in NONE
“Jane Seaman!”
“Listen up!”
“What are we going to do with you!?”
These were the common cries from Jane’s teachers that day.
“Puh-lese, Jane, pay attention!!” called Mrs Bradford, the history teacher.
“Puh-lese!” she added in vain. Jane just rolled her eyes and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder. Her theory was, if you wanted to be a famous rock star when you grew up, you only had to listen in music, drama and dance.
She doodled and daydreamed her way through the rest of the subjects. Her doodles were just that, doodles. Hearts and flowers and stars, drawn only fill the time and the page. Jane’s daydreams contained nothing really interesting either, though it was stuff important to her. Her latest bulling target, what Maxine wore yesterday, weather history or homeroom was more tiring, and that sort of thing.
Really, of the whole history lesson, only two words fully registered with Jane. They were: “Class Dismissed!”
***
When Jane and her friends strut into the cafeteria, boy, do they strut. Jane had a walk and some poses to rival Paris Hilton and Jenifer Hawkins on the catwalk. After the populars walk over to their table and sat down, all which was done to enormous amounts of wolf-whistling and cat-calling, the cafeteria lady would be likely to scream,
“Remember lunchtime rule number two: no shouting in the cafeteria!!”
To which Jane was likely to say,
“Yeah, so why are you doing it?”
***
Jane’s daydreams, made famous in history, were now being activated in Mr Wills’ science class. There was, however, a difference. They were not silly, time wasting dreams about boys and bulling and fashion. She was daydreaming about a secret that even her best friends didn’t know. Even her diary didn’t know it, it was that secretly secret. There were two parts to it:
1. Her crazy Aunt Lily
2. Her Aunt Lily’s stupid bracelet.
The first part, which her parents and her Nana knew also about, was not nearly as disturbing as the second, which was only known by her. And, of course, ones crazy, extremely nosy Aunt.
“Jane!” As always, she was caught out, called Mr Wills, “Tell me what I just said.”
“I-I can’t, sir,” replied Jane, pouting just a bit.
“Well, why not?” Mr Wills demanded.
“I-I wasn’t listening,” said Jane, “Sir,” she added hurriedly.
“You can have a detention, then,” demanded Mr Wills.
“If-,” began Jane, but Mr Wills shot her a look, and that was the end of that.
***
When Jane saw the task waiting for her in detention, she was even more grumpy.
“I have to read for a straight hour?” she moaned.
“I have to read science?”
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