poodle.
âOh, aye, but one of the dogs attacked a student last week, nothing serious, just a wee bit of mauling. But the school board has insisted we use less-aggressive dogs. Heâs called Bruno.â
âHello, Bruno,â said Holly to the perplexed poodle.
âDoes it noh look stupid, me with a poodle?â
âNot at all,â lied Holly. âHe seems quite ⦠well, barky.â
âAye, Ahâve bin trying to increase his aggression levels, using North American war chants and a sophisticated Pavlovian behavioural technique involving energy bars, Irn-Bru and spam.â
âLooks like itâs working,â said Holly.
âNoh really. Shut up, Bruno. Now, did you make thishole?â asked the guard pointing to the fence.
âNo, it was here when I fell,â said Holly truthfully.
âI see. Itâs probably another wee creature gnawing through it again.â
Holly smiled, thinking if only he knew what sort of âweeâ creature it was that had made the hole.
âRight, come on, then, letâs get you back to school.â
She followed the guard back and noticed that his name badge read âHamish Fraserâ.
âSo, Hamish,â she said, âhow do you know when thereâs a hole in the fence?â
âAn alarm goes off in the security cabin,â he replied.
âWhat else can you control from the cabin?â she asked innocently.
âAlmost everything,â said the guard.
âBut the cameras are activated by movement, arenât they?â
âOh, aye, but you can override everything from inside. Itâs like the bridge of the starship blinking enterprise in there,â he said. âNoh like in my day. All this electronic nonsense. You canât beat a man with a good pair of eyes and proper guard dog. Sorry, Bruno.â
After an afternoon of boring classes, during which Petal took every opportunity to make some snideremark about Holly being in love with crazy Callum, it was band rehearsal, so Holly picked up her trumpet and headed for the rehearsal room.
Standing outside, listening to all the instruments warming up, she felt the unmistakable flutter of nerves. Focusing on the plan she took a deep breath and entered.
The large rehearsal room was full of students and instruments and noise. In one corner a group of older girls in flowing skirts practised trills on their flutes. In another, three large boys were making fart noises with trombones and laughing very loudly. She spotted two boys holding trumpets, and introduced herself.
âHi, Iâm Holly,â she said, opening her case. âIâm third trumpet.â
âHello,â said one of the boys, offering his hand formally. âIâm Julian. This is Sandy.â
Holly shook his hand.
âI am second trumpet because I can reach top C and Jules is first trumpet because he can reach F above top C. Whatâs your highest note?â
âEr â¦â
Holly was grateful that Miss Gilfeather entered the room, holding a baton and saying, âEveryone take your places, please.â
The band assembled. Holly looked at the French horns and saw Callum smoothing down his hair, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
With everyone settled, Miss Gilfeather addressed the band.
âWelcome everyone. As you know, this Thursday is our school concert and tradition dictates that this takes place at Little Hope, even though we have perfectly adequate facilities here. This will attract the usual media hullabaloo and Mr Palmer has asked me to remind you to look smart. Personally I donât care if you dress up in monkey costumes as long as you play the notes correctly. Now, letâs begin with the music you have on your stands.â
Everyone lifted their instruments, but before they could start, the doors swung open and three men in dark suits and dark sunglasses moved quickly and purposefully into the room.
âWhat is it?â snapped