My phone buzzed half way through my english homework ('in Lord of the Flies how does Golding present the theme of violence in one or more main events of the novel?'-hardly a picnic) and I clicked the button to show a new text from Hannah:
'i cant believe u got jakes msn! is he online? can i have it? do u think he likes me? tb H x'
I texted (texted? or text? I'm never sure....) her back straight away: 'he is not online atm, doin hw-u should b 2! it's 10.30! cya tmoz @ school x' She will be full of questions tomorrow, I can tell: "what did he say?" "what colour is his font?" "should I reapply my eyebrows?" -the usual.
Then the phone rang! Ooh, this is one popular night. I danced around to the Mexican sounding ringtone before answering, 'Yelloooo? Anna Cribbs here, superb dancer and popular person, who may I arrrrsk is speaking?'
'Anna, since when did you answer the phone like that? It's Zoe.' Ah-it's Zoe.
'What is up?'
'I will tell you what is up.'
'Well you do that.'
'Well I will.'
'Are you going to tell me why you rang?' I pulled a face down the phone (which I know she will not be able to see but all the same)
'Well stop pulling faces and I will. Sarah's friend came round and I could tell at the door that she is guilty, because her hands were shaking and she was a bit panting-y'
'Zoe-doesn't Sarah's friend live ages away? As in quite a bit of a run?'
'....shush. All I'm saying is something is up and I think we should solve it, what with being old and wise. Are you up to it?'
'YEHHH. I will get my detective moustache and phone Thea. You call Hannah. Over and OOT' I hung up and ran to my drawer, where I'd put my paper moustache from the other day. I dialled Thea's mobile.
'Yo ma homies.'
'Thea-grab your moustache-we're going to do some detective work!!'