Seriously Weird: St. Meular's

"Samuel! Some of your friends at the door. You have one minute!"

Spotty appeared.

Me and Stick couldn't help whistling at him. He was dressed like his Dad, only he was shinier and swisher and more polished. His face was washed cleaner than I'd ever seen it, and his clothes were brand new. They still had the creases down the sleeves, from being in their boxes. He had a crisp, new suit, and a ''proper' blue tie, and brand new leather shoes, with laces. It was the opposite to how he usually dressed. We hardly recognized him.

"Hi guys!" said Spotty, almost whispering.

His father walked away.

"Its all set up," I said, "You've got no worries!"

"What are you going to do?" asked Spotty.

"We'll tell you tomorrow, after we've done it!"

"Oh come on! Give us a bit!"

"OK," said Stick, "You know that house my Dad rents out?" said Stick.

"Yeah?"

"That's where you 'll be living tonight"

"What?!"

"We've switched the numbers round!"

"But I won't be at that other house!"

"Yes you will" I grinned, "We've got Darrel. He'll be you tonight"

Spotty gasped, open mouthed.

Darrel was a clever boy, a natural actor. Really talented. He got the lead in all the school plays, and did drama tuition two nights a week. We all reckoned he'd be a famous movie star one day.

"Have those boys gone yet Sam?" called Spotty's Dad.

"Nearly!"

"We'll be seeing you!" said Stick, winking.