Velvet’s mother had asked that same question every day after school since prep. This was the first time that Velvet had burst into tears. There were no words to describe such a day. The play that she’d worked so hard on all year was in ruins. She’d broken off with Taleb and she’d got a C for a humanities assignment. The play was the cause of all her misery. If it hadn’t been for the stupid play she wouldn’t have started to like being at Yarrabank, she wouldn’t have neglected her studies and she wouldn’t have even spoken to Taleb. Her first thought when she’d arrived at Yarrabank had been right. It was definitely the worst year of her life. She sat down in front of her warmed-up dinner. The last thing she felt like was eating. “There’s a letter for you, dear,” her father said. An envelope was propped up on the mantelpiece. Velvet recognised the Endeavour High logo. Her parents hovered nearby. “Why are you getting a letter from Endeavour High?” Before she had time to answer, the doorbell rang.
