“Yes, Emilie?”

I sighed. What did she have to say this time? Well, whatever it was, I really didn’t want to have to listen.

“Well, I just thought that we couldn’t wear blue jeans in school.”

I groaned. What, I ask, what, did Emilie Jacobson have against me?

“Yes, Emilie, that is true.”

Good ol’ Ms Caddie.

I smiled to myself, tugging my notebook to cover my lap.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want any exception to this rule.”

Ms Caddie sighed again. I just hid my head. I knew what was coming next. Ms Caddie really didn’t have any choice, Emilie’s mother is the head of the school board and spoils Emilie. What was she supposed to do? I didn’t blame her. No, I left the blame finger to point straight at Emilie.

“I’m sorry, Kayley.” Ms Caddie gave me a small, unreal smile and tugged out a certain litte pink slip.

Well, it’s always good to see an old friend.

“Too bad, luv.” Emilie smirked at me. Her fake accent is just annoying. Am I right?

Of course I’m right.

Unfortunately.