Free Maya's Secret by Holly Webb Page A

longer to plan things before we show you? Even just ten minutes to make it all into a list?”
    “All right. But I do need to see what’s going on. I’ll come back in ten minutes.” Mr Finlay looked distinctly worried.
    “He thinks we’re going to get him into trouble with Mrs Angel,” Maya whispered.
    Poppy nodded. “We probably are! We were only supposed to be doing a project – a big poster or something. Like the others.” She glanced around at the rest of the class. Most of the other tables had started making stuff to stick on to big wall displays.
    Izzy laughed. “Not a fashion show, and a campaign to change all our school uniform. But we can make a display too – with all this stuff on it. Explaining how we came up with the ideas.”
    “What are we going to use for the rest of the time at the fashion show, though?” Emily asked, glancing round at Mr Finlay. “We need a plan before he comes back.”
    “What about your dance school?” Maya suggested. She’d seen Emily dancing in the Christmas play, and she knew she’d done loads of dance exams. “They doshows, don’t they? Would they do some dancing at a fashion show?”
    Emily nodded slowly. “Most of the people in my ensemble group were in Year Six here last year. I bet they would. Katie Hodge, she’s one of them. And Maria, and Ellie-May. And I can ask Miss Sara if any of the others can do it too.”
    Izzy was scribbling down notes. “Fashion show … clothes provided by Tara Nelson at Daisy… Models from Littlemoor Sixth Form College… Publicity by … us?”
    The others nodded slowly. No one knew exactly how to go about doing publicity though.
    “It can’t be that hard,” Maya said hopefully.
    “OK. We need to use the stage blocks to make a catwalk. There’s some shapes we can do here, look.” Izzy riffled through her papers. “Mr Finlay always does the lights for the school play, doesn’t he?” she added thoughtfully.
    “And we need somewhere for people to change, it says here,” Poppy pointed out. “The staffroom’s behind the hall.”
    “What’s the staffroom got to do with your project?” Mr Finlay sat down next to Poppy, and eyed them worriedly.
    Izzy passed him the list, and Emily pulled out the petition she’d found, asking for Fairtrade uniform.
    “Whoa. This is what you wanted to talk to Mrs Angel about?” Mr Finlay muttered, scanning through the list. “A fashion show… Fairtrade clothes, that’s a brilliant idea. And the school uniform…”
    “The cotton for our sweatshirts might be picked by children in Uzbekistan,” Maya pointed out. “Lots of the cotton that’s used in factories in India is. And we don’t know where these are made.” She held out her sleeve, looking at it worriedly. “We don’t want to change the sweatshirts.” She bit her lip suddenly, trying not to laugh, because Poppy was making a face. “We only want to find out if the people who make them could do a Fairtrade one. Or if we can get them from someone who does.”
    “Do you think Mrs Angel will let us?” Izzy asked anxiously.
    Mr Finlay frowned. “I hope so. But this is all very ambitious, girls. Do you really think you can organise something like this?”
    “We’ve already got the woman who runs the Fairtrade shop to say she’ll provide the clothes,” Maya explained. “And that would be the most difficult part, if we were asking lots of different shops for them.So it’s only the other bits. We don’t know if Emily’s dance school can be involved yet.”
    “Perhaps we could put up all the other Fairtrade displays for people to look at while they have coffee in the interval,” Mr Finlay suggested. “Fairtrade coffee! And biscuits made out of Fairtrade ingredients!”
    “Good one!” Emily sounded impressed. “Um, sorry…”
    “I’m pretty sure she’ll say yes to the fashion show, the sweatshirts might be more difficult.” Mr Finlay frowned. “Of course, at the fashion show you could do a little presentation