cecilia-ahern-love-rosie

208 Cecelia AhernKatie:Toby:Katie:Toby:Katie:Toby:Katie:Toby:Katie:Toby:Katie:Toby:Katie:Toby:Katie:Toby:Katie:Toby:Katie:Toby:Katie:How would you know? I look like some sort of futuristic humanrace that got messed up with robots.You don’t.Oh my god why is everyone staring at me?Katie, we’re sitting in the back row of the classroom, everybody inthe entire room has their backs to us. They are NOT staring at you.Whatever. I can feel their eyes on me.Everyone’s eyes are on their computers. You’re just being paranoid.No I’m not.Yes you are. Unless they’ve got eyes on the back of their heads.My mum does.Look, they’re only braces Katie. It’s not the end of the world. Anyway,I know how you feel. When I got my glasses I felt like everyonewas staring at me too.That’s because they were.Oh. Could you do me a favor?What.Just say sizzling sausages one more time.TOBY! That is so not funny. You said you wouldn’t laugh. I’mgonna be stuck with these stupid train tracks for years now, and it’snot my fault they’re giving me a lisp. I’ll even have them for mybirthday photos next week.Big deal.It’s my 13th birthday. I don’t wanna remember myself in photographswhen I’m older as being the one with the gigantic twolumps of metal jammed in my mouth. Plus everyone’s coming tothe party, people I haven’t seen for absolute yonks and I want tolook nice.Let me guess, you’ll be trying to look nice in black again.Yep.You’re so morbid.No Toby, I’m sophisticated—the black suits my hair. It says so inmy magazines. But you can wear your ratty tatty shorts and T-shirtif you like. No point in changing the habit of a lifetime.