Mrs Lloyd-Winterson has agreed to run our debating club. She’ll see you at lunchtime.’ There were several things wrong with that sentence. For starters, it’s my debating club. Secondly, nothing should ever involve me having to see anyone at lunchtime, unless it’s the cook so that she can take my order. Mrs Lloyd-Winterson is extremely ancient. Even older than Granny. Let’s hope they don’t plan to have the club in the library: I’m not sure Lloyd-Winterson’s heart could take the stairs. At lunchtime I scoffed my food down quickly. Megs said, ‘Are you just eating chocolate snacks today? That’s your second Penguin. Did you eat your sandwiches in Geography again?’ I said, ‘I haven’t got much time. I’ve got to skip the filler and get straight to the good stuff. I’ll be spending the rest of lunch admiring Lloyd-Winterson’s neck creases while I convince her to get this debating thing going, so that you lot get to see some boys.’ Lily said, ‘I like meeting people, but I’m only really interested in Arif in a boyfriend way.’ ‘And I can see Cam any time I like,’ Megs said.
