"Greg and Alya," she read.Both of them stared at her in shock. "Really?" asked Greg.Brit turned the paper around and showed him. The names were clearl... written.Alya looked nervous, even a little frightened. Lissa put an arm around her. "What's wrong?" she asked."I don't know..." Alya replied. "I guess ... I guess I'm still a little intimidated by your dad. I've wanted to impress him, because I wanted him to approve of you and me being together. But I..."Greg stood up and strode over to her. He. Sara’s mum looked at her said ” why are you not at school” Sara looked snarled back ” could not be bothered” Sara’s mum looked at her Sara added ” what’s that cunt doing here” her mum told her ” Steve helped me with the shopping so watch your mouth your only a 12 year old girl you should be at school so get going” Sara looked said ” fuck off I’m not going” her mum took her coat off saying” that’s it I have had enough of your mouth and bullying your for it” Sara looked retorted ” yeah fuck off”. "I figured we'd done the stick part so I'd be the carrot." She waggled her eyebrows, which got a laugh from all of us. "So I was the tastiest carrot he could imagine."Persephone's chuckle turned into a snort."Go, Mom!"Mrs. D patted her cheek."You bet, sweetie."It wasn't hard, that's not really news to anyone, and we had ourselves a fine picnic and swim that afternoon. He didn't know that I'd arranged for H to show up." And I walked in at the right time," Mrs. H added. She quickly held up her. English Lit with Miss Pattison.My friends weren’t quite so lucky and they all had lessons while I faced the prospect of sitting in the library alone for two hours with nothing to do. It wouldn’t be too bad once we got into the swing of things. I was doing four A-levels, each one taking up six of the thirty weekly timetabled periods. That left me with six frees—sorry, self-directed study periods—and having two of them together like this, when none of my friends was about, would mean I wouldn’t.