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I stuff the paper with my locker combo in my back pocket and look around the huge, new middle school they built just like a year ago. It's super clean with about fifty jillion halls. One of them's gotta lead to 6B.I grab the arm of the nearest kid as he hurries past."Hey, are you in sixth?"He glances down one of the halls. "First year of secondary, yeah."His voice is different. Like he comes from Australia."You're not from around here, are you?" I ask."Look, I'd love to have a proper chat but now's not the best time. I'm a bit late and so are you."Is he English? I think he might be English."Okay, but are you in 6B?"He nods. Relief!"Great. Where is it?"Second bell rings. Cuckoo for crappo puffs. We lift our eyes to the ceiling where the sound is coming from and he tugs at my elbow."C'mon, Fedora."