I had a plan written out and colour coded in my backpack as I walked around school trying to find out whether someone was transferring here. I had a list of people I could ask ranging from the most useful (bottom of the list) to the most useless sources(top of the list). As I go down the list I can write down whether the rumours are right and names.

I pulled out my list and looked at the top few people
1. RUMOURS
2. MELISSA TURDY
3. TURDY GANG

Well, I had written next to RUMOURS: NEEDS TO BE PROVEN. Soo I'm off to see the witch, the horrible popular witch, MELISSA TURDY the girl who knows everything and everyone a good source but not always true. She's given birth to most of the rumours in this school so I do not think she would be the most amazing and truthful source.

Oh well, I still need to ask.

Knowing Melissa she will be on the field surrounded by her select few of friends. See, she liked to choose her friends and did not allow people to swarm around her like a flock of bees.

I approached her group and lightly tapped on her shoulder, "excuse me, Melissa."

She turned around, her red hair bouncing around, "Yes," she examined me, " Agnes Evans?"

"I was wondering whether you know of someone transferring here?"

Her face scrunched up then she asked, "Why?"

Time to lie for my social status.

"Well, you know I have no friends and everyone has their own groups and I think if someone new joins I might be able to make a new buddy? And since you know everything about this school I was wondering whether you know of a new person."

Well, it was either that or say I am still in guides...

Looking at her face, she didn't believe a word I said, but she still opened her mouth and recited, " Jackson Scott my cousin is coming over tomorrow. You have no chance of being his friend but he will be new."

Oh goodie, this stranger is the cousin of Melissa.

Please do note the sarcasm.

"Okay, thanks." I walked off into the library and took out my OPERATION LAST BADGE portfolio.

Sliding everything out of it I searched for the list of sources then scribbled down next to MELISSA TURDY: YES, JACKSON SCOTT

I crossed Melissa's gang off the list I didn't want to face them, they were extremely annoying and snobby. And I am sure they don't know as much as Melissa.

Last two on the list
4. HEADTEACHER
5. THE SCHOOL OFFICE.

Mrs Evans was my favourite teacher who so happened to be the headteacher and the school office was a definite answer so I guess I was going to see whether Melissa was right.

I checked my watch, it was 13:05pm. 25 minutes until the end of lunch. I still hadn't eaten so I packed up my portfolio, slid it into my bag and strolled over to the canteen.

I had a very boring palette, I didn't like eating a variety of things. The most adventurous food I had eaten was the local supermarket's sushi. It was absolutely disgusting with its sweet rice and rubbery nori (seaweed). Wasn't the rice meant to be vinegary? Anyway, I took a ham and cheese sandwich out of the fridge and tapped my lunch card on the monitor to pay.

The cheese was sliced up way too thick so I took them out and disposed of them. Then I devoured the sandwich and threw away the plastic wrapping.

Time to head to the headmistress' office. Walking up to the dark wooden door I read the metal plated HEADMISTRESS' OFFICE sign and knocked 5 times on the door, then I opened it. To see my mother standing on her desk trying to dust the lightbulb. There was a half eaten plate of lasagne on her desk with a dirty fork sitting next to it on a tissue.

As my mother continues to reach for the light with a duster I coughed to get her attention.

She turned around, "OH! You gave me a shock Agnes!"

"Hey mum."

"Hello darling, and what brings you to my humble office?" She asks while stepping down from the desk.

"I was wondering whether a new student was arriving soon. I need to find out because I want to get my last badge for guides." I replied taking my bag off my back to retrieve my portfolio.

My mum, now off the desk said, "Oh yes, I believe a young lad called Jackson Scott. He will be enrolling into your class so I hope you will treat him well."

So Michelle was right.

The bell rung so I turned around and dashed for the door not before shouting to my mum a quick thanks.

Lesson time.

I had to endure through 4 more lessons before I could go to the office and check for one final time.

Why was I putting so much effort into this? Mrs Annie said that I needed to learn a lesson before I could finally quit guides. If I explored and expanded each prospect of this project I would undoubtedly learn that damm lesson. All of this preparation was actually extremely tedious, I had spent too many hours writing up my notes, most of the time I was procrastinating but I had a good plan.

I think.

Well, I had finished it which was a result.

Right now I was sitting in the institution of physics with my lovely teacher- Miss Wilson. There was an exercise I was meant to do but I was fiddling with my sources sheet.

There was some space at the bottom so I ruled a dotted line and wrote INFO underneath. It was rather unnecessary but I thought I should just write up a conclusion when I was finished. Make it easier to skim over.

The bell rang and Miss Wilson shouted to finish the work for homework. Which was terrible because I had done absolutely nothing, and it was a massive exercise so I scribbled in my diary: FINISH PHYSICS HOMEWORK TONIGHT.

Physics was my last lesson so off I popped to the school office. Considering the fact my mother was the headteacher I did get exclusive privileges, it wasn't fair but the staff just thought if they treated me well they wouldn't get fired.

I had reached the office window and tapped on it 5 times, then Mrs Wooding opened it and smiled pleasantly at me.

"What brings you here today Agnes?"

"Well," I brought out my list, " I was wondering whether someone new was transferring here."

"Let me check for you." Her head bobbed down and I heard the tapping of the keys of the computer keyboard.

Her head bobbed back up, " Yup Agnes, a young man around your age was just here looking around the school. His name is Jackson Scott."

So it's definite, Jackson Scott is transferring here.

"When will he be here?"

"Um, tomorrow morning is his first day to settle in."

"Okay thanks!" I walked away to the car park to see my mother waiting at the our red car.

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