Chapitre 64: BISCUITS

''It was horrible,'' Paris exasperates. ''Absolutely and utterly horrible.''

''Why don't you calm down and tell me what's up,'' I say calmly as I hand her a bottle of water. Thursdays are my favourite days of the week for a couple of reasons: I only attend a few classes and Maths isn't one of them and it's close to Friday which is close to the weekend.

But nowadays, my Saturdays, along with that of Theo's, are preoccupied with preparing for the big performance at the Adelaide charity event. The class settled on a song by the Beatles, one from Anita Baker and one from Michael Jackson for the Classics so we've been hard at work stressing our vocal chords. The next meeting is this Saturday and I couldn't be happier. I need a distraction, a healthy distraction.

''Mrs Finley called my parents and scheduled a meeting like she said she would and they actually showed up!''

''And that's a bad thing?''

''Yes! You know they never come to any of my shit.''