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Cassie and Claire have been friends forever. Nothing can split them apart. Until they have a big row, and then everything changes. When they meet at a party, Claire is with a boy. It looks like Claire doesn't need Cassie any more. But sometimes, things just aren't so simple. Recently republished as a new edition, this book is one of the Shades 2.0 series. This book is perfect for reluctant teens who still want an exciting, unpatronising story that is relevant to their interests and concerns, but who don't want to read a longer novel. With a length of only 6,000 words, and filled with drama, this story will appeal to all reluctant teen readers

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Publié par	Ransom Publishing Limited
Date de parution	01 octobre 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781781274644
Langue	English

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“ Claire says with a shrug, ‘It’s just not your style.’
I am really mad now.
‘And what exactly is my style? Looking boring , I suppose? So that you look better when you stand next to me. Like I’m your shadow or something. Like I don’t matter – it’s all about you ! Well thanks a lot!’
As I pull the green top over my head I hear something rip. I don’t care. ”

CONTENTS

Title Page One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten More Shades 2.0 titles Copyright
ONE
‘It’s just not fair,’ says my best friend Claire. ‘Parents are so mean. Midnight isn’t late. I mean, not really .’
I look at her. Claire is fourteen, the same age as me. But, unlike me, she’s pretty. No, not pretty. Gorgeous . She has this long, blonde hair. It’s silky and shiny, like in the adverts. Mine is frizzy and always looks a mess.
She flicks her hair while she talks. It makes her look like a model and boys love it. I tried to flick mine once, too. Mum thought I had nits.
‘You’re not listening, Cassie!’ says Claire. ‘They’ve grounded me for two weeks !’
‘But didn’t they say you had to be in by eleven?’ I ask.
‘Whose side are you on?’ Claire snaps. ‘You know I had to go to Nick’s gig.’ (Nick is her older brother. I fancy him rotten, but I wouldn’t ever admit it. Even under torture.)
‘Was it good?’ I ask.
‘Brilliant. There was this fit bloke there –’
I knew it. I bet she snogged him.
The school bell rings. We pick up our bags.
‘Oh, by the way, did you know Louise is having a party?’ says Claire.
Suddenly I feel very excited. ‘Really? When?’
‘Next Thursday.’
‘Thursday?’ I am surprised. ‘Who has a party on a school night?’
Claire shrugs. ‘I dunno. It’s a sort of well done party for her sister.’
‘What for?’
‘She passed her driving test at last.’
We grin at each other. We don’t like Louise’s sister. We found it very funny when she failed three times. Ha ha ha!
‘But will your parents let you go?’ I ask.
‘Who cares? I’m going anyway. I’m fed up with being treated like a child. Can’t wait ’til I’m sixteen.’
‘Me too.’
‘They won’t be able to boss me around then.’
By this time we are sitting down in class. It’s maths with Mr Price. We laugh at him a lot. When he gets embarrassed the back of his neck goes red. Our class embarrasses him a lot on purpose. We sent him a valentine’s card from the geography teacher. We knew he fancied her. His neck stayed red for forty-five minutes. I know because I timed it.
When the bell goes, Claire says to me ‘God, maths is boring, isn’t it?’
‘God, yeah,’ I say. Actually I quite like maths. But of course I can’t say that.
‘I was thinking about Louise’s party,’ says Claire. She sighs. I know what’s coming. ‘I’ve got nothing to wear.’
We always go through this. Claire’s wardrobe is twice the size of mine.