Everyone was celebrating in good form that evening. Mr Ratcliffe allowed them to deck the school hall out with fairy lights and a large banner reading Congratulations from the rafters.
“By rights, it ought to say “Well Done, Team,” or something,” Meg pointed out. “But it’ll do since we couldn’t find anything else at the last minute.”
As good as his word, Mr Ratcliffe also provided alcohol but limited them all to only two coupons each. It was fair enough, thought Belle; this was a school after all, and none of them wanted its reputation to be sullied by wild drunken rampages on...
It was the day of the track race, and Belle was nervous. She had woken up with butterflies, mainly for Merida and the other members of the team who’d be taking on the guys from Dreamworks High.
“You’re nervous?” Merida laughed when she heard. “Think how I feel!”
She and the others had eaten an enormous breakfast to keep their strength up, but the stress of nerves was showing on them all, even those who weren’t partaking in the race. Belle, for one, was glad that Adam wasn’t taking part when she saw the cut of the Dreamworks High team.