Fizza was late for class because sh

Fizza was late for class because she had to take some books
back to the library. As she walked th rough th e classroom door,
she stopped in surprise because, sitting at one of the front
desks, was a red-haired boy with green eyes and freckles. It
was Fletcher Mcintyre.
"Hi, Fizza,"he said,
At first Fizza couldn't speak. She just stoo d with her mouth
open. This had to have been her mom's "secret"!
"Fletcher?" she said. "What are you doing here?"
Immediately, all th e "cool" girls began to whisper. Then
th e teacher told Fizza to sit down and class began .
At recess Fizza and Fletcher sat in a corne r of the
playground so that they could talk. Fletcher explained th at his
dad had been offered a job by Birmingham City Council.
"You mean my mother offered him a job!" said Fizza.
"I guess so;' said Fletcher.
"What is it?"
"It's a 'green' taxi service;' he explained. "He's brought the
horses and carriages from Sark,"
Fizza had a hundred questions.
"Where are you living? Is Cloudy here ? Where are the
horses?"
Fletcher explained that his father had rented a house and
stables in Birmingham.
"We were really lucky to get it;' he said. "Apparently there's
a man with a factory next door who also wants th e land. He
wants to build on it, or something."
"So you've brought the countryside to th e City!" laughed
Fizza. "Well, you showed me the secrets of Sark; now it's my
turn to show you the secrets of thi s school!"
And so that morning Fizza took Fletcher around the school
and his wide green eyes grew even wider as she showed him