Next Friday
Some French exchange students arrived today. Apparently there were about 12 of them. I only know this because Matilda saw them arrive. She came rushing up to Alex and me outside the loos.
“Oh my God!” she cried, throwing her long, ginger hair out of her face, “Have you seen the French students?!”
“No, why?” I asked.
“Just... ahh... one of them!” she sighed, “He is beyond gorgeous!”
Tell us everything!” Alex and I shouted in unison. She grinned.
2 minutes later
Shelter Area
We’re sat at our table-bench around Matilda, bombarding her with questions.
“How many are there?”
“Are there many boys?”
“Do you know any of their names?”
“Which one do you...?”
“Guys! Shut up, will you? Let her have her say!” Alex yelled above everyone’s racket, “Jeez, how’s she gunna tell us within the last,” she checked her watch, “7 and a half minutes of lunch?!”
“Well...” Matilda began, “The one I like has curly brown hair and very tanned skin!”
“Yes... and?” prompted Frankie, (who is still on crutches. Her leg is now patterned in long red lines that look like forks of lightning) “What else?”
“Err... well that’s all I know...” Matilda finished, sheepishly. Everyone’s jaws dropped.
“Well , what shall we do for the next 6 minutes and 57 seconds?” said Frankie.
“You are kidding me? Right?” Asked EB, looking completely shell shocked.
“No...” smiled Matilda, “That’s really all I know!” Chris burst out laughing.
“Ahh Matilda! Young love!”
“So, as it stands, it’s about looks and appearance?” put in Alex, making sure she had it right.
“Maybe...” said Matilda.
Lunchtime
“Oh my God!!!!!” I screamed running at Matilda, “I've seen them!”
“When?” asked Frankie, “How?”
“Mr Whiteman came into our English and took Jessie to meet the students...” began Cassie, before I butted in.
“Randomly chose me! But I went down to meet them and there are 12 of them, 8 girls and 4 boys.”
“What’s the name of the one Tilda likes?” asked Alex impatiently.
“Well, there are two that match her description...” I said looking at Matilda, “Did he have a blue jacket or a white one?”
“White.”
I smiled. “The one in white is called Theo Sweeney, the one in blue is his young brother, Sebastein Sweeney.”
When I went to meet the French students, I basically had to introduce myself to them, so that they, as Mr Whiteman put it, ‘know who to come to if they need a friend’. Theo is 16, nearly 17, and Sebastein is 14. Theo and his brother are staying at my house while they stay here, all the others are staying with other year 10s and 11s.
3:05pm (ish)
School entrance
Waiting for Theo and Sebastein
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HumorHi there! My name’s Jessie. I'm more a tomboy than a girly-girly. I have 2 younger siblings and my parents, well to describe them in two words, I would say ‘embarrassing’ and ‘un-cool’, but I bet everyone says that about their parents! All my friend...
