wear school uniform and outside of school she just wore jeans,
T-shirts and trainers. She wasn’t really interested in wearing
silly clothes or make-up – especially for boys.
Fizza’s mum said that she was pretty but then, she thought,
her mum would say that, wouldn’t she? She had thick black
hair which she always wore tied back, brown eyes, a button
nose and a mouth which she thought made her look like a frog.
It didn’t help that she was small and thin for a fifteen-year-old,
because it made her look younger than all the other girls.
Fizza knew she and Babs could still be friends and they
could still share secrets. But the secrets were diff erent now.
They weren’t about sweet baby animals or a house with a ghost
at the end of the street. They were about boys like Billy.
‘Well,’ said Fizza. ‘He’ll be at school tomorrow!’
‘Ooh! I know! I know!’ said Babs. ‘I can’t wait! I’m going to
make myself talk to him! And Fizza, you’re going to help me!’