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Put that away.

Well done.

Not as good as last time, but good. Colleen...

Don’t forget, those of you who haven’t completed your tally charts...

- Know all. - Moron.

Quiet!

- Anna Madden, out! - But it wasn’t me.

- Out! - Sharon took my exercise book.

- Liar! - Out now, or you’re on detention.

- But it was Sharon. - Out!

No.

Right, I’ll see you after school.

And wait where I can see you.

Nigel, did I tell you to stand up? No. So get back in your seat.

Now, we all know how many degrees there are in a circle, don’t we, Nigel?

Quit! The next person to laugh joins her.

Right,

we’re starting something new today.

Another way of showing basic statistics.

Pie charts.

Now, a pie chart is just another way of showing information.

Take, for example, the information we took last week.

Now, what was the most common number of letters in all your surnames?

Seven.

About half of you have seven letters in your surnames.

So, what portion of the pie do those people have?

Half.

180-degree slice of the pie.

Now I’m going to make up a different pie chart with a different set of information.

How we spend our day.

I’ll do an example for you, based on my average weekday,

then I want you to make up a pie chart based on your average Saturday.

First, I write down my information.

What are the things I do?

Getting dressed and undressed.

Eating.

Traveling.

School.

Meeting friends.

What?

- I feel dizzy. - She’s lying!

- I want to go home. - She’s lying, Miss!

- I’m not! - Well, you don’t sound ill to me.

If you disturb us again, you’re going straight to Mr. Murphy.

Understand?

But it’s my birthday.

Well, you should have thought of that before.

Quiet.

And you can wipe that look off your face, Sharon Davis.

Where were we?

Sleeping. Right.

I spend one hour dressing and undressing.

About two and a half hours eating.

About 8 hours at school.

She passed out. She passed out.

- Is she gonna die? - Trisham, go get matron.

Thanks.

Hi.

- How are you feeling? - Terrible, Mum.

- That bad, eh? - Worse.

Oh, but I’m sure it’s nothing serious.

I wish they hadn’t called you.

- I could have gone home by myself. - Don’t worry.

Things were so busy at work that it was really nice to get out of there.

Listen, this’ll cheer you up.

It came after you left.

Guess who it’s from?

- Dad. - Yeah.

“Happy 11th birthday. Lots of love, Dad.”

Well, that’s not all. There’s something very special fixed up for you.

- What? - No, it’s a surprise.

Riding lessons?

Yeah,

some surprise.

Where’s Mogadishu?

I think it’s a port on the east coast of Africa.

- Well, they spelled my name wrong. - Did they?

Oh... it’s just a mistake.

Maybe I could send a reply.

That’s a nice idea.

I wish Dad was here.

So do I.

When’s he coming back?

Soon.

How are you feeling now?

No worse. When is the riding lesson?

It was meant to be after school today.

Meant to be?

Let’s see what Dr. Nicols says first.

Do we have to? I’m sure if I just lay down in front of the telly I’ll be okay.

Doctor first. No arguing, okay?

Stop! Stop it!

I was pretending.

Pretending?

Sharon Davis stole my book.

Then I pushed her off the chair and Miss Vanstone put me on detention.

I can’t be on detention on my birthday, can I? So I faked it.

You faked it?

So, you’re not ill?

- Where are we going? - Back.

- I can’t go back. - Oh, you’re going back.

- I’ll look stupid. - Well, you do already.

Stupid cow.

Just because it’s your birthday don’t think you can talk to me like that.

You should be pleased there’s nothing wrong with me.

You’re telling too many lies, Anna, and it is going to stop.

- What about my riding lesson? - Oh, don’t ask.

What about my riding lesson?

We’ll see.

- What does that mean? - It means we’ll see.

I hate you.

Karen.

Come here.

I was wondering where you got to.

Got the afternoon off.

I’m having a really miserable birthday.

- You been using the sunlamp again? - No, my skin just tans very fast...

naturally.

I don’t get brown. I get sunstroke.

Last year, I fell asleep in a deck chair on my Dad’s oil rig,

and when I woke up I was burnt to a frazzle.

Why’s your Mum so angry with you?

’Cause she’s a cow.

What was Gary’s party like, then?

Lots of snogging. Not much else I can remember, really.

You had a nice time, then?

I suppose you could call it that.

First I was upstairs with Nigel,

then on the sofa with Ronnie...

then Vaughn Hancock, pissed out of his head, got me on the thick pile.

You’re lucky you haven’t started that yet.

- What’s snogging like, then? - Well, like...

kissing a vacuum cleaner.

This looks a real skill place to play hide-and-seek.

I’m too old for that kind of thing.

- Bet you 50p you can’t find me. - A quid.

You’re on.

Close your eyes, count to 100, and don’t peek.

1, 2, 3, 4...

...86, 87, 88...

...99, 100. I’m coming!

Is anybody there?

Karen!

It’s her.

Anna.

Don’t ever do that to me again! Never!

- Mum... - What has got into you?!

Mum, I don’t feel very well.

Now, open wide.

My throat hurts...

like I’ve swallowed dust.

Gritty...

and it aches,

but that’s all.

You sure that’s all?

No fainting fits? No dizziness?

And this ache, is it just in your throat?

You’ve obviously had quite an eventful birthday.

I suppose you could call it that.

Sorry to drag you out like this, but I was worried.

I don’t blame you.

Look, I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.

She should have a couple of days rest.

What I don’t understand is, what happened in the tunnel?

Anna.

Anna! What happened in the tunnel?

Fell asleep and lost track of time. You know...

- That doesn’t sound like you. - I’ll have that throat swab analyzed.

And you’re obviously running quite a temperature.

- And I think a day or two in bed-- - When it goes down, can I go riding?

You must rest for a couple of days.

- I’m not staying in bed. - Don’t.

Well, think of it this way: if you rest now, you’ll get better sooner.

You rush around, who knows how long it might take.

- How long exactly do I have to stay in bed? - I’ll come see you at the end of the week.

- The end of the week? - Count yourself lucky.

I’ve got a patient, a little bit older than you, who has been in bed for a year.

I’d rather die than that.

You and he would get on well.

No we wouldn’t: I hate boys.

I’ll see you on Friday, then.

Goodnight, Sarah.

Here, Sarah, I’ll show you out.

Is there someone who can come and look after Anna whilst you’re at work?

No.

I’ll have to take some time off.

You okay?

Yeah.

- I could do with a break, that’s all. - Tired?

Yeah.

It’s always difficult when John’s away, and I just...

I don’t know...

Too sad.

Is anybody there?

Is anybody there?

Can I come in?

I can’t hear you.

- I said go away. - No, you let me in, then I’ll go away.

I can’t do that.

- Why not? - ’Cause there aren’t any stairs.