First Wish Of The New Year (4). I spent the day depressed. I mean, I could have had a chance. But, as ever, Missy came waltzing in and drew all attention back to her. There was suddenly a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me?" came the male voice. I spun round in my seat to face Jacob, a frown creasing his perfect forehead. "Are you Eve Higgings?" I nodded confusedly. "Missy told me to tell you.." "What ever Missy told you to tell me, she can shove it up her fat a..." I stopped when somebody coughed loudly. Miss Chandlers stood tall in front of me, her thin, bony hands curling around the edge of my desk. "Answer?" I hung my head. Not this again.