Woooh!’ squealed Poppy, waving the little gold packet over her head. ‘Cool!’ ‘Where d’ya get ’em?’ ‘Dish ’em out then!’ responded Emma, Claire and Marina excitedly. ‘Listen, I had to go all the way across town in case I bumped into someone I knew. You owe me big time,’ warned Poppy sternly. ‘Aw, c’mon, you know you’re the only one who’d pass for sixteen,’ retorted Claire. ‘Yeah, you’d never get refused with those bazookas,’ giggled Marina, grabbing the packet and ripping off the cellophane to hand out the cigarettes. ‘Bet you forgot matches,’ chipped in Emma from under her fur-lined hoody. ‘Come on, it’s f-f-freezing out here, and we’ve got hockey next. I’ll be an ice-block by then.’ ‘Hang on, I’ve got matches here, they’re in the bottom of my bag,’ muttered Poppy as she knelt on the wet grass and rummaged in her satchel. Pulling out folders and text books she finally located the small box of Swan Vesta. ‘Are you guys looking out for any teachers?’ she asked cautiously, looking up at the girls enquiringly.
