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tables, and now she stood in front of them, clutching her pencil case and trying to look as if she didn’t care what they said. “You don’t have to let me be in your group if you don’t want to. I can do it on my own.”
She looked even more like a mouse with red eyes, Maya thought. A little white mouse, with that whitish- blonde hair, and her pale eyelashes.
“No, you can’t,” she pointed out, shrugging. “He’ll make you go and sit on Ali’s table. Or with Ryan and George.” She knew that Ali picked on Izzy all the time, and the boys teased her, nicking her book off her when she was sitting reading at lunchtime.
Izzy shot a quick look behind her at the group of boys, who were spitting bits of screwed up chocolate wrapper at each other. “All right. Thank you,” she added, not that she really sounded as if she meant it. She sat down, a bit sulkily, and dumped her pencil case on the table.
“Anyway, Mr Finlay’s always going on about how brilliant your work is,” Maya added. “Our project will be better if you’re working on it, too. And it means you don’t have to do the whole project by yourself, and make Ryan and the others write one stupid sentence each, and then have everyone telling them how well they’ve done.”
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