“Fizza! I had to come and tell you something!” said Babs, who was obviously very excited.
“Oh? What is it?”
“I’ve just been to the shops and guess who was on the bus!” she said.
“The Queen?”
“What? No, don’t be stupid. Billy Adams!”
“Who?”
“Fizza! You know! He’s that seriously good-looking guy at school!”
Babs wanted to go out with Billy, but so did all the girls in their grade. He was very popular with girls.
“And?” said Fizza.
“And what?” replied Babs.
“Well, what happened?”
“Well, he looked at me. Well, I think he looked at me – he looked near me because he sat in front of me.”
“And he had the whole of the bus to choose from?”
“Yeah!”
Fizza didn’t like to say it was probably just luck that Billy had sat in front of her.
“Wow!” she replied.
“I know!” said Babs.
Fizza smiled. She had been good friends with Babs since they had joined the school at the age of eleven. For four years
they had done everything together: laughed, played games, shared secrets, and laughed some more. However, recently Fizza felt that something had changed, because something new had arrived in Babs’s life. In fact two things had arrived: boys and fashion. Babs had stopped wearing school uniform and she had started dressing in the same way as the scary “cool” girls. And although Fizza secretly wanted to be “cool,” she did still