She was just pulling her cupcakes from the oven in the last ten minutes, when there was a knock at the door and a boy from Year 7 appeared, florid-faced as though he’d been running.

‘Yes Toby?’

‘Mr Neill wants to see Natalia Molova,’ he panted.

Natalia’s heart rocketed so fast she almost dropped her baking tray.

‘Natalia? Head wants you. You’d best put those down to cool.’

‘Yeah, yeah,’ Natalia discreetly grabbed three cakes in one hand and hurried out and up the stairs to knock at Neill’s door.

‘Come in Natalia!’

She arrived as florid and breathless as Toby. ‘Hi.’

‘Hi.’

He was sitting at his desk in front of his computer in a blue shirt and red tie.

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