Marcus and Susan had both tried twice more to go up and settle the girls, to no effect, so Jenna had offered to try. It wasn’t in her remit to help the teachers discipline their students. She was more of a facilitator, organising the children and staff into the correct ski groups, managing the schools’ bespoke evening activities and providing that essential link between the schools and the slopes. Last night, however, sensing the tension rising between Susan and Marcus, she had kindly offered to have a word; and that was all it had taken. One word. Or maybe it had taken one promise. Jenna had promised the older girls a few cans of cider at the disco on Friday, and the younger girls a playlist with non-stop Bieber and One Direction. The students had, in reality, been completely shattered and were thrilled at the opportunity to go to sleep without ‘losing face’ in front of each other. Jenna wasn’t a teacher and it wasn’t like they were giving in. Instead, they’d forged a deal with the funky ski guide and it was only fair that they kept their side of the bargain.
