Louise Rennison_Georgia Nicolson 07 (10 page)

Octopushead is back. Will we never be free? She was walking along on her twiglike legs swishing her naff extensions around. I ignored her but she had something to say. “Georgia Nicolson, well, well, without your silly mates for once. I'm glad that you took my advice about Masimo, I'd like to say you were sadly missed at the club last night, but you weren't. Anyway, we stayed up till way past your bedtime, it was gone 9:30.”

She knows, she knows. Masimo must have told her what happened. Oh this is sooooo horrible, I don't think I can stand it.

english
gym

I can't think of anything except the fact that Lindsay knows about what happened. Miss Wilson wants us to “get in the mood” for
MacUseless
, so we are
having yet another workshop fiasco in the gym.

Miss Wilson was rambling on in her sad pinafore dress. Yes, pinafore dress. She was saying, “Oh this is so exciting. Only days to go till the big night. Come on! Let's get the energy really building. Let's feel that energy, girls!”

Whilst she did that, we all lay down on the gym mats. Or in Rosie's case, hung upside down on the wall bars. Like a bat in frilly black knickers. Mr. Attwood will be in in a minute with his perv antenna on high alert.

Miss Wilson was trying to get our attention by clapping. Good luck.

She said, “Girls, can I…could I just get you to…er, Rosie would you mind coming down from the wall bars, and the girls under the vaulting horse, would you just come out now. I want us to begin today's intensive workshop by getting into different characters physically.”

I said to Jools, “Lord save us, we aren't going to have to be vegetables again, are we? I'm not in the mood for cabbage dancing or whatever.”

Eventually we all got up and Miss Wilson shouted stuff out and we had to do it.

She said, “Macbeth is tortured by his actions,
how does that feel? What does it look like? No, Rosie, I don't think that Macbeth would, erm, hang himself with a skipping rope. Can you just put it down now. Right, first of all, imagine the weary walk of someone who is feeling very depressed.”

Brilliant. Thank you, God. Not.

ten minutes later

Actually, even though I didn't have to imagine the weary walk of someone who is very depressed, because I WAS someone who was feeling very depressed, I did begin to cheer up at the comedy opportunities of the class. The ace gang did marvelous group limping as the Hunchbacks of Notre Dame.

Miss Wilson said, “Very good, girls, but perhaps the person is not crippled, just very depressed. And perhaps depression doesn't always involve so much dribbling. Let your imaginations flow. When I clap my hands and shout out, the next person quickly change into character…and (clap)…now be a happy slender young girl hurrying to meet her boyfriend…and CHANGE.”

Oh the cruelty of life. If God is omniwhatsit, surely he is having a laugh. At me. First a depressed
person, now a young girl going off to meet her boyfriend. God pretended he didn't mind about me not rescuing Our Lord from Libby's toy box sooner than I did, but this is his revenge. Nauseating P. Green was skipping round like a fool. If I were her boyfriend that she was skipping to meet, I would have run off quickly to the boyfriend asylum seekers home.

Rosie was doing her famous orangutan impression. Actually it was very realistic, and it is how she goes off to meet Sven. Jas had a field day, fringe–flickingwise, and actually when she thought I wasn't looking she was puckering and relaxing. And doing a bit of darty tongue. She is still haunted by her lip spasm fiasco. Ah well, how sad, never mind. Ellen was still sitting down on a bench dithering about. The bell will have gone before she manages to even set off to meet her imaginary boyfriend. So no change there.

Miss Wilson was encouraging people and walking round showing us what she would look like going to meet her boyfriend. (Scary, sad, and with an alarming smile on her face.) Then she said to me, “Georgia, you're still limping. And your back is all hunched over.”

Yeah, and it's not just on the outside.

4:30 p.m.

Walking home. Talking about the Wet Lindsay nightmare scenario.

Rosie said, “What makes you think that she knows?”

I told them what she said about the club and everything.

Rosie said, “Ah I see, say no more, say no more, wink wink, nod nod.”

And started doing the mad nodding dog thing, and chewing. They were all joining in. I was in the nodding dog parlor of life.

Jas for once came up with a sort of sensible plan. “Look, I'll ask Tom what is going on.”

She looked at me from underneath her fringe and did quite a nice smile. “I'll tell him to be, you know, well, not shoutey or anything.”

I almost kissed her. I said to her, “Fanks, Jas, you can be a real pally sometimes and I, well, I…”

Rosie noticed I was about to go off on a blu-bathon and said quickly, “Hey, do you know what book Tarzan wrote? Eh eh?”

We all shook our heads, expecting the worst. And we got it.

“Lord of the Swings.”

It was so crap, I must say it did make me laugh. A bit.

Jools said, “Oh by the way, I meant to tell you Katie Steadman is having another party at the weekend and we are invited.”

I don't really feel like parties, but I suppose I have to go on being me.

friday july 1st
1:00 p.m.

Something unusually good has happened! I think. Maybe.

We normally are made to go out at lunch and freeze around in the grounds whilst the Hitler Youth loll around in the warmey warm inside. So that is why we creep back inside and lurk around the Science labs. Usually the Physics lab. So that if there is a sudden Hitler Youth investigation we can leap into the fume cupboards and pull down the blinds. And crouch there until they go out again.

As an additional security measure we crouch down underneath the windows so that we can't be seen from outside. And we heap our Science overalls on top of us in case someone comes in and we
don't have time to do the leaping into the fume cupboard scenario and we can pretend to be a pile of Science overalls.

Actually as it happens it is absolutely boiling today. At least 180 degrees in the shade.

Ellen said, “Can't we just go outside? Instead of you know, er, being nearly dying from heat underneath a pile of old overalls. Or something.”

The rest of the gang started nodding. I had to take a firm grip of the situation. I said, “Yes, yes, of course it would be nice sitting outside in the sunshine, maybe sunbathing and so on. But remember Good Queen Bess and so on, a principal is a principal and we will never give in to the tyrannical ways of…anyway, everyone under the Science overalls. Look natural.”

one minute later

Where was I? Oh yes, under the window. Which was open. We were just chatting about the wedding.

Rosie said, “Sven is wondering what to wear.”

I said, “Oh dear. And, anyway, why is he bothering to worry about it? It's never going to happen. Even in five and a half year's time.”

Rosie said, “Ah well, you have always been cynical, Georgia, that is because you have been in the oven of love too many times. But as it happens we are going to have a pracice wedding quite soon.”

“Don't talk absolute WUBBISH.”

Rosie raised her eyebrows at me. And said, “So what do you think about flares versus lederhosen?”

We were just about to start discussing flares versus lederhosen when we heard voices and had to shut up sharpish. Especially as we realized it was Wet Lindsay and ADM. We could hear them clearly talking outside the open window. We formed ourselves into a convincing pile of Science overalls and earwigged.

ADM said, “Well, what did he actually say?”

Wet Lindsay said, “He said that he didn't want to be serious because he had had a relationship before and he was, you know, having a break from serious relationships.”

ADM said, “What are you going to do?”

Wet Lindsay said, “Well, of course I'm going to get him to change his mind. The only slight worry is that he started saying that he had had to upset someone he really liked already, and it sounded like he meant someone here, not in Italy.

But he wouldn't say who it was.”

ADM said, “Do you have any idea who it is?”

Then Wet Lindsay said the fateful words: “I don't think it can be possible, because she is the most sniveling idiot I have ever come across, but…well…no, it can't be possible. He's not stupid enough or desperate enough.”

ADM went on, “You don't mean…not…?”

Wet Lindsay said, “I know, it would be unbelievable, wouldn't it? But I'm going to keep an eye out and if I see it is her, well…I just wouldn't be her, that's all.”

Then they went off.

Rosie stuck her head out of the overall pile and looked at me. I looked back at her and she gave me the thumbs-down: “Oh giddygodspajamas, you are dead meat. Deader than the deadest meat in a dead meat shop. Give me back your wedding invite. I'll give it to someone who is going to be alive for the wedding.”

afternoon break
emergency ace gang meeting

I said, “Do you think she thinks it's me?”

Jas said, “Well, it's pretty conclusive, isn't it?
She said, ‘the most sniveling idiot I have ever come across.'”

I said, “I didn't know that YOU had been seeing Masimo. Tom the Slug King is going to be very upset.”

That shut her up. But it didn't shut me up. “If it is me, then that's quite good in one way because he said he really liked the maybe it's me person. Which is really good, isn't it?”

Jools said, “Yes, but what if it isn't you?”

Oh god. What if there are two sniveling idiots that he likes?

double physics

Is it me?

Is he sorry he upset me?

Oh buggeration, I am on the rack of luuurve again. Pass the agony cakes.

Physics is unusually boring today. We were doing statistics. Why? Rosie wrote me a note:

I gave her my Klingon salute.

I can't help thinking and thinking about the Wet Lindsay scenario. On the one hand, I am sooooo happy that he might be upset that he upset me, because that would mean he was upset about upsetting me. Which is
bon
. On the negative side, if it is me, Wet Lindsay will kill me.

But even if it is me, it still means that he is not going out with me.

But he might secretly sort of want to.

five minutes later

I need to make him see that it is me that he wants. I must take advice from the
How to Make Any Twit Fall in Love with You
book and increase my mysteriosity and glaciosity so that he can come pinging back like an elastic band. Maybe if I had a pretendy boyfriend, he would get jealous and realize the error of his ways.

five minutes later

I'll ask Dave the Laugh what he thinks I should do.

one minute later

No, I can't do that because of what he said about
the liking business and about messing it up. Also he would start all that Pizza-a-gogo thing again and pretend that Masimo was a girl in disguise and only cared about his hair, etc.

two minutes later

But in essence, Dave the Laugh likes me.

two minutes later

And I like him. Dave the Laugh likes me, I like him. What could be more simple pimple?

one minute later

It is not like we are silly children. What is needed here is maturiosity.

Which I have in abundance. Dave and I could go out together just liking each other. That would be OK. It would be fun.

one minute later

Lots of fun.

Lots and lots of fun.

What is wrong with a boy and a girl who like each other having fun?

I like going out, Dave likes going out. We both like having fun.

I can think of all sorts of things we could do. All kinds of places we could go out to.

one minute later

We could go to, oh I don't know, we could maybe, er…well, for instance just off the top of my head, er…well, there is a Stiff Dylans gig on in a couple of week's time. We could say, for instance, me and Dave go there for fun.

one minute later

And dance about having fun.

one minute later

Dancing about having fun in front of Masimo and then see how he likes that!!!

two minutes later

Oh God, I have once more, in my mind, made Dave the Laugh my decoy duck.

A nip libbling decoy duck. Who is vair vair good at snogging.

But I would never use Dave like that. Not in a trillion years.

one minute later

He would suss me out, anyway.

one minute later

Unless I was full of subtletosity.

And snogged him to within an inch of his life.

two minutes later

I have got an internal red bottom that must be struck down. Get thee behind me red bottom!!!

mad headquarters
4:30 p.m.

Otherwise known as
MacUseless
rehearsals.

Miss Wilson gave us her “rousing” rehearsal speech, but Rosie spoiled the effect by burping really loudly. She told Miss Wilson it was “pre-performance gaseous interchange.” Let no one say that we don't learn anything in blodge.

Funnily enough, there is no sign of Dave the Laugh. I hope he's not got the lurgy.

five minutes later

I don't know if it's just me, but there is a mood of hysteria about the company today. Probably because it is only a week to the performance and no one apart from Old Swotty Knickers Jas knows their words properly.

Just as we were having to brief Spotty Norman on taking over on lights for Dave, the door crashed open and he walked in with his tie knotted round his head like a fool.