Bounding in through the door, her first words were 'I am the delegue de classe!' I was overjoyed for her, thrilled her confidence had been given the boost she deserved. 'Well done!' How did the presentation go?' I asked. 'I told them everything, and they gave me ten votes. The others got 4 and 2. Yasmine got 1.'
At dinner she was quiet, then suddenly burst into tears. 'I feel sorry for Yasmine.' she sobbed. 'I wish she'd got two votes.'