Almost as soon as we were out of the door, something had suddenly clicked in my mind about her sock turning up in her skirt pocket. It couldn’t have got there on its own. No, it was definitely all part of a plan. Sasha needed to make sure we were last to leave the changing room. Why? Because she’d set me up. She’d given the game away when she’d said that Mrs. Truman wouldn’t be coming back as there was no senior gym club. How did Sasha know that unless she’d spoken to a senior? And of course, I knew now exactly who that senior was. Kate. It didn’t matter that Kate thought I was good. It didn’t even matter that Miss Morgan thought I was good. The Royal Ballet School didn’t. All that mattered was that I’d never get my dream. And Sasha shouldn’t have betrayed me. She shouldn’t. As I lay in bed, unable to sleep, I remembered how I’d rushed off down the corridor from the sports hall, calling sarcastically, “Thanks very much, Sasha.
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