Skool’s Out Summer’s Here and Donna’s 18!!! Come and get slaughtered before the results!!! The time: 7th August, 9pm –1am The place: Steem Dress: Bad Girl!!! I checked Rebecca’s pigeonhole to see if she had one too, but it was empty, spotless. Everyone was clearing out. Lockers were being moved, ancient pieces of food and forgotten books being unearthed, while Mrs Law barked instructions across the common room and handed out binbags. ‘We want no trace of you by twelve o’clock,’ she yelled above the noise of the radio. ‘Anything left at the end of the day will be thrown out.’ I stuffed the invite in my purse. Obviously I wouldn’t be going, but it was nice to have got one. The last party invitation I’d had was completely bogus. It had come a week after my birthday and had looked like a proper card from a real person. PULSE invites you to rave the nite away with your mates, the gold ticket said. ‘It’s a con. They get your name off th’ electoral roll,’ said Poll, destroying my last vestige of hope.
