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but not that you could make anything out. It looked like someone had used hot water. We stuck two more on. It was a pity we didn’t know which was her gym bag to stick that too. Then the bell rang to go back to class.
F RIDAY O CTOBER 23 RD  
    We weren’t sure whether to keep up our sticker campaign – well, we needed to know how it was going. So at break we went to find Gita. She saw us coming and left her friends and came over.
    ‘So?’ we said. ‘So she’s not at school today,’ said Gita, sounding really satisfied, ‘and yesterday she was in tears apparently!’
    I said, ‘Wow!’ but I thought: in tears …!!
    ‘Everyone’s talking about who did it,’ said Gita, ‘but of course I’m not a suspect cause I wasn’t even in school.’ She sounded really proud, like she’d just got through stage six of Tomb Raider or something.
    ‘Bully for you,’ said Anna sarcastically. Then Gita gave us €11 and we gave her back 50 cent. ‘So don’t tell anyone it was us,’ said Anna sternly in a quietly menacing voice.
    ‘No way,’ said Gita, ‘that would get me in trouble!’ She walked off. We looked after her.
    ‘Well we’re safe from her telling,’ I said.
    ‘For the moment,’ said Anna, ‘If she’s suspected and questioned, she’ll squeal. She’d sell her baby brother to save her skin.’ I sniggered, and thought what a cute example – I mean the worst thing Anna could think of anyone doing is selling their baby brother. That is not the worst thing I can think of, but then I don’t have a baby brother, it’s true, just a little sister, who is not a baby any more.
    We walked on.
    ‘Didn’t know Jayne would cry ,’ I ventured, ‘and not coming into school today… well…’
    ‘Serve her right,’ said Anna, ‘anyway, shows she’s got a guilty conscience.’ She sounded brash. She generally sounds brash, Anna, but she didn’t sound 100 per cent brash.
S ATURDAY O CTOBER 24 TH
    Declan told Tommy to tell us he’d done stuff to the blog, so today at my house we took a look. (We couldn’t do it at Anna’s cause they’d be no privacy, and we don’t necessarily want everyone knowing about this). It does look better. It’s got a gorgeous green background colour, and the pictures of the party look funny, especially the close-up of the cake. If I came across this blog, I’d honestly think it was really entertaining and I’dwant to know the girls who set it up. We don’t come across as trying to seem sweet, cool or sexy, and that’s the main thing.
    What bonded me and Anna when we were first making friends at the beginning of First Year was how embarrassing people’s web profiles were. Even people trying to seem ultra-casual always reveal themselves as trying too hard to project a certain image. Like Caroline Hunter putting up that baby picture, pretending she found it an embarrassing baby picture, because it showed her mouth all smeared with chocolate, but you just knew that she thought it was adorable and that she wanted everyone else to think it was adorable too. Or Celine putting up a picture of herself with backcombed hair and loads of black eye make-up and black lips, and underneath the caption: ‘Marilyn Manson meets Dracula!’ Well she was hoping by her ironic caption to dissociate herself from the photo, but she couldn’t hide that she’d put it up because she thought she looked cool. And the thing is: she did look cool! Celine is very sexy because of being half French – she is super-skinny, and she always looks sulky, and she looks very cool when she smokes, unlike everyone else who look like idiots when they smoke, which is part of the reason Anna and I don’t smoke. (And also because it’s bad for our health, and also because it’s a ruinous habit, Anna says, meaning it’s ruinously expensive. She knows this because her brother, John, at Oxford, smokes and he says there’s no point starting because then you’re hooked and before you know it, it’s costing you €50