Chapter 1

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I was in the toilet at school, sitting down, singing a cute little song and trying to ignore the pain, I mean I've had worse haven't I? I flattened out my skirt and brushed the dirt off my leggings. The school toilets are always dirty. I mean always. I'd come in near the end of English when the pain had got so bad I couldn't concentrate, that's pretty bad! When I had asked Mr Dalton if I could leave the classroom for a while he just nodded, I must of looked pretty bad because he normally asks people whats up with then. I'm glad he didn't that would of been way, way embarrassing. What would I say? Sir can I be excused I have majorly bad period pains? No, ugh I cringe at the thought.

I wish every teacher was as understanding as Mr Dalton.

In the end, I stayed in the toilet rest of English, I was still in pain. I heard the bell ring for the end of class and everybody came rushing out on their lunch break. I wanted to join them but knew Mr Dalton would give me if he saw me in the yard so soon. He doesn't get mad if you trick him but he goes quiet and won't speak to you for ages, and that's almost as bad as being shouted at.

So, there I was, humming, watching my watch, waiting. Then I heard someone calling my name.

"Darrie! Hey, Darrie! Have you fallen in or what?"

I grinned. It was Steve Leopard, my best friend. Steve's real surname was Leonard, but everyone called him Steve Leopard. And not just because the names sound alike. Steve used to be what my mum called "a wild child". He raised hell wherever he went, got into fights, stole in shops.

He was feared and despised everywhere he went. But not by me. I've been his best friend since Montessori, when we first met. My mum says I was drawn to his wildness, but I just thought he was a great guy to be with. He had a fierce temper, and threw scary tantrums when he lost it, but I simply ran away when that happened and came back when he'd calmed down.

Steve's reputation had softened over the years - his mum took him too see a lot of good counsellors who taught him how to control himself - but he was still a minor legend in the schoolyard and not someone you messed with, even if you were bigger and older than him.

"Hey, Steve," I called back. "are you in the girls loo's?"

"Course not," he said, but I saw his shoes under my toilet stall.

"Ewwwww your in the girl's loo's!" I shrieked

"Well how else was I meant to get to you? And anyway whats wrong with you?" He asked,

"Girl problems, you wouldn't understand!" I sighed.

"Eww, anyway, are you coming?" he asked.

"Nah, I thought I'd stay and admire the view," I said leaning back on the toilet seat.

"Quit messing," he said. "We were five-one down when I came in. We're probably six or seven down now. We need you."

He was talking about football. We play every lunchtime. My team normally wins but we'd lost a lot of our best player. Dave Morgan broke his leg. Sam White transferred to another school when his family moved. And Danny Curtain had stopped playing football in order to spend lunch hanging out with Shelia Leigh, the girl he fancies. clingy git!

I'm our best full forward and the only girl on our team. There are better defenders and midfielders, and Tommy Jones is the best goalkeeper in the whole school. But I'm the only one who can stand up front and score four or five times a day without fail.

"OK," I said, standing. "I'll save you. I've scored a hat trick every day this week. It would be a pity to stop now."

I hurried to my locker with Steve trailing behind. I quickly grabbed my trainers and pulled them on. When I got outside we were eight-three down. It wasn't areal pitch, just a long stretch of yard with painted goal posts at either end. Whoever painted was a right idiot. he put the crossbar too high at one end and to low on the other!

"Never fear Darrie is here!" I laughed as I ran onto the pitch. A lot of players laughed or groaned, but I could see my team mates picking up and our opponents growing worried.

I made a great start and scored two goals within a minute. It looked like we might come back to draw or win. But time ran out. If I'd arrived earlier we'd of been OK but the bell rang just as I was hitting my stride, so we lost nine-seven.

As we were leaving the pitch, Alan Morris ran into the yard, panting and red-faced. They're my three best friend, I know, weird I don't have any friends that are girls but who cares. Steve Leopard, Tommy Jones and Alan Morris.

"Look what I found!" Alan yelled, waving a soggy piece of paper around our noses.

"What is it?" Tommy asked, trying to grab it.

"It's-" Alan began, but stopped when Mr Dalton shouted at us.

"You four. Inside!" he roared.

"We're coming, Mr Dalton!" Steve roared back. Steve is Mr Dalton's favorite and gets away with stuff that the rest of us couldn't do. Like when he uses swear words sometimes in his stories. If I put in some of the words Steve has, I'd have been kicked out long ago.

But Mr Dalton has a soft spot for Steve, because he's special. Sometimes he's brilliant in class and gets everything right, while other times he can't even spell his own name. Mr Dalton says he's a idiot savant, which means he's a stupid genius!

Anyway, even though he's Mr Dalton's pet, not even Steve can get away with turning up late for class. So whatever Alan had, it would have to wait. We trudged back to class, the boys sweaty and tired, me rejuvenated, and began our next lesson.

Little did I know that Alan's mysterious piece of paper was to change my life forever. For the worst, and the better.

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