My Brilliant Life and other Disasters [antikvár]

"Jess, are you even listening?" asks Natalie. "Yes, of course I am," I lie. But actually I was miles away, thinking about the comic. ''So ?'" says Nat. I'm grudgingly transported back to our desks in 6C. I try and turn my blank look into a thoughtful face. It's nearly the end of lunch on Tuesday. Natalie and Amelia are planning what to do at Amelia's sleepover on Saturday. But the thing is, I'm absorbed in much more important matters: I've had a brilliant idea for a cartoon about a bee and a wasp having an argument. "Well?" Nat prompts. "Which sweets should we get?"