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but bad for May. She had only been at the school for a
fortnight, and still hadn’t made any real friends. Setting
up the advice station at the morning break had been a
good way to get talking to the other children.
But
could
all the kids really have solved their own
problems? It seemed unlikely. She knew that new
problems tended to arrive as old ones were being
solved: Life was like that.
Casting her eyes around, she noticed that the whole
corner of the playground where she stood was empty.
Was there some reason why people were staying away?
Surely it wasn’t because she was there?
Her brow wrinkled. This was seriously annoying.
From a distance, she watched the children play.
The younger ones ran around shouting and laughing
and chasing each other. The older ones stood around
talking.
Then one girl standing in a group of four children
turned and looked in her direction. It wasn’t a normal
glance: it was a hostile stare.
May gulped.
Uh-oh.
From a different quarter of the playground, she
noticed some boys glaring in her direction too. Their
eyes were narrow and unfriendly.
I must have done something really bad,
she thought.
She removed the “How to Make Your Pocket Money
Grow” banner from the table and tucked it into her bag,
which she slung over her shoulder. Then she pushed the
chair under the desk and quietly left the playground,
heading to a place she knew would be a good refuge.