I hate the song they’ve given me, I couldn’t pick up the choreography for the group version of ‘Who Let The Dogs Out’ and me, Twilight and Bart Smedley had to spend the rest of the time with our slaphead tutor Mr Packham, doing maths worksheets and discussing a rubbish poem about some old sailor who killed an albatross. Mr Packham claims he’s a writer, which is pretty unlikely considering how earth-shatteringly boring he is. But none of that would matter if I could only get Twilight to notice me. Bex keeps saying if I want to make friends in here I should just be myself. But if a total character change is all that it takes to get a smile out of Twilight, then bring it on. Lunchtime could be my best bet. Nikki Hardbody and The Holy Joannas are involved in a heated discussion over the salad cart, and the others have pulled their tables together in the middle of the restaurant and started playing to the cameras.
