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Then they both tossed their blonde hair and stalked away.

“They are joking, aren’t they?” whispered Fliss. “Mrs Weaver can’t treat us like this for ever, can she?”

“It’s Ryan Scott she should be cross with, acting like a mad axeman for no reason,” said Lyndz. “Although you did flatten him Kenny, which I don’t suppose looked very good.”

“He deserved it, he was ruining everything,” explained Kenny. “I should have flattened those stupid M&Ms as well, for turning the stage into a skating rink.”

“Yes, I really hurt myself when I fell,” moaned Fliss, rubbing her back.

“None of us came out of it very well, did we?” I asked. “I think we should prove to Mrs Weaver that we do know how to behave properly. Then she just might forget about the assembly.”

That afternoon we were extra good. We worked in total silence and we tidied up everywhere without being asked. Mrs Weaver was still angry though and it was a relief when the bell rang for home time.

“Thank goodness that’s over!” sighed Rosie. We were just getting all our stuff together when Kenny cartwheeled past us down the playground.

“Phew, that’s better!” she said when she was upright again. “I needed that. I’m sure all that keeping quiet isn’t good for you!”

Lyndz and Fliss were already at the school gates with Fliss’s brother Callum.

“What a bunch of losers!” he laughed when Kenny, Rosie and I joined them. “That assembly was funnier than the stuff you see on the telly. Only it wasn’t meant to be, was it? Ha, ha!”

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