Disagreeing

/No, Chanel. We can't afford to skin lessons here.../

Chanel rolled her eyes.

/There's ntohign that great about this place./

Coco nodded. /I don't want to blow my chances here.../

/Damn you./

Coco sighed. She was fed up of the constant moving around.

Chanel was too. But she hadn;t thought a posh school was the answer. She looked around. It was obvious she didn;t belong here, among people called Michael and Hugo and Bunty and Elizabeth.

Coco just got on with her work.

Chanel was too nonconformist to bother.

Coco was lucky to be at this school.

Chanel was startign to wish she hadn;t got the scholarship.

Coco was feeling a little light-headed.

Chanel had a feleing Coco might faint pretty soon.

Coco closed her eyes.

Chanel did her work, being stroppy.

Coco collapsed onto the floor.

"Miss?" said Chanel, putting up her head. "I need to take her to the nurse."

The teacher turned. "Goodness!"

"No, it's Chanel," Chanel said. "Coco and Chanel."

The teacher blinked. "Take her! Quickly!"

Chanel put Coco's arm over her shoulders and put her other arm around her waist, pulling her body to ehr feet.

"Do you need any help?" a boy called out from the back of the class.

"No," Chanel said through gritted teeth. She didn;t trust these people.

The teacher frowned. "Miss Dwaine, you will let this young man help you out of common courtesy!"

The handsome young man stood up, he was Hispanic and had quite a heavy brow/

"My sister is my responisbility," Chanel replied, picking up Coco in her arms carefully.

"Yes, well, I'd prefer if two people accompanied her..."