The Demon Notebook

The Demon Notebook ‘I don’t get why she picks on you,’ said Rachel.‘It’s like she just picks people at random.’

‘Just forget about it,’ said Una. ‘Let’s talk about something else.’

‘Like a certain not-very-nice person peeing his pants in class?’ said Rachel, with a hopeful smile.

‘Didn’t work,’ said Grace, wiping the smile off her friend’s face. ‘We think we’re not picking personal enough items, or something. Maybe we need his watch, or his pen.’

‘Or his old gym shorts!’ squealed Una. ‘Ugh, gross!’

‘Speaking of gross, are you really putting m&m’s on that sandwich?’ Rachel looked in horror at Jenny, who was perched with her lunchbox and a bag of sweets on her knees.

‘Honestly,’ said Jenny, ‘it’s gorgeous.’

‘But there’s coleslaw in there!’

‘Trust me,’ Jenny said, gently sprinkling more m&m’s into her open sandwich, ‘my Mum used to eat this all the time when she was pregnant with my little sister, and I thought it was the grossest thing ever. But then I tried it, and I swear I couldn’t eat a sandwich without them now.Yum, yummedyyum!’

The girls groaned in unison as Jenny took a great big bite and crunched loudly on the salad and sugar-coated chocolate mix.

‘That’ll do rotten things to your skin,’ said Rachel. She 12