Very good, Grace.’Ms Lemon turned to scrawl the words across the board.‘Hey,’ Jenny hissed, giving Grace a nudge. ‘Are you not talking to me?’Grace feigned a casual indifference and shook her head.‘’Course not. I mean, of course I’m talking to you.’She didn’t look at Jenny, just pretended to concentrate on the whiteboard. She hadn’t told the others about the Mirrorman and she was jumpy. Why her? Why was she the one hurtling back in time? And when was it going to happen again? When Adie had clicked her pencil-case shut, Grace practically leapt out of her skin. ‘You haven’t talked to me at all since yesterday,’ Jenny went on. ‘Are you mad at me, or something?’ ‘I’m not mad,’ Grace finally turned to look at her, ‘I’m just… Wait, where’d you get that necklace?’Jenny grinned and fingered the bronze charm at her neck.‘Ms Gold gave it to me. Cool, isn’t it?’Grace bit back a pang of jealousy. After all, it had been Jenny who’d insisted on doing the stupid time-travel spell in the first place.
