Does Snogging Count as Exercise? by Helen Salter

Author:Helen Salter [Salter, Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781848122802
Publisher: Piccadilly Press

After hinting all week at the dinner table (‘In biology today we learnt that sunshine aids the production of vitamin D!’), Mum told me to stop harassing her with the holiday brochure and said unreasonably that we were too poor and I was not old enough. Which were not negotiable, apparently. Poppy and I reluctantly progressed to discussing Own Clothes Day outfits instead. In our tragic purple and grey uniformed existence, the chance to wear whatever you like to school on the day you break up for Easter always tends to involve lots of discussion. Why does school uniform exist anyway? It is awful and serves no purpose at all. (Apart, Sasha says, from making you look ugly so boys don’t fancy you so you do better in your exams.) I was originally going to wear my red top and my jeans, until I remembered everyone had seen them both on the skiing trip. So I decided that black combats and my dark blue vest top would be better. The decision became even more stressful when we heard that Claudia’s dad had given her a hundred pounds to buy an outfit! I knew because Claudia had told Bethan and Bethan had told the whole of Year Nine.

Meanwhile, Sasha decided to wear her sister Jenny’s new Levis. Jenny had left the labels on them to try to stop Sasha from nicking them, but Sasha decided to simply borrow Charlotte’s long cream jumper, which would cover the labels, then return the jeans undetected.

Rashida’s mum was making her wear the sari that she wore to her cousin’s wedding. Rashida had already hidden jeans and a Morgan top in a plastic bag in the locker rooms.

Poppy was having trouble with the decision as well. She asked me in the locker room, ‘Which pair of my jeans has the pockets in the most flattering position?’

‘Um – they’re all fine.’

‘I can’t decide.’

‘Seriously. All fine. Or you could wear your three-quarter-length trousers instead?’

‘I could do – yes!’ Poppy looked momentarily inspired, then added, ‘But what if they just look like too-small trousers I’ve had since I was eight?’

‘I know what you mean about three-quarter-length trousers,’ Claudia said to Poppy, emerging from nowhere. I fought the urge to climb into my locker and close the door. ‘I’ve got a pair of black trousers you can borrow if you like. They’re really well-cut – they would suit you.’

‘Thanks!’ said Poppy. She looked surprised and pleased at once.

‘Oh, and they’re quite good for seduction,’ said Claudia matter- of-factly. ‘Huge success rate! I’ve been wearing them to and from tennis – it’s only a matter of time with Greg.’

I knew via Jo that Greg was Claudia’s seventeen-year-old tennis coach. (Since summer term at Burlington’s would soon involve a double whammy of swimming and tennis, Claudia’s mum had bought Claudia advanced lessons. I think she’d also heard about Claudia’s dad buying her the holiday in Spain.)

‘I saw you’d biroed Greg’s name on a desk in room 3B!’ Poppy told Claudia, sounding keen.

Hmm.

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