My reluctance, however, is less to do with where we’re going, rather, how we’re getting there.

‘Listen, yeah,’ Adara says, stopping to reach for another crisp and pointing it at me. ‘I know you don’t like open water, babe, but it’ll be fine. I promise. We’ll sail to the wind farm, look at the turbines, marvel in the energy of the future and sail back.’ I obviously don’t look convinced because she adds, ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’

That question is answered as soon as we arrive at the Marina and Dan McCarthy runs up behind me. He must have overheard us talking because he picks me up and threatens to throw me into the sea. I shriek, telling him to let go of me as I try to kick him, but he just laughs and asks me if I want to go for a swim. I’m aware of Adara shouting at him, but that just makes him laugh harder as he holds me over the sea wall, the waves so close it’s as though they’re reaching up to lick the soles of my DMs.

Mercifully, Mr Moreno intervenes, marching over to where he has me dangling. ‘Daniel McCarthy! Put Ashana down right now!’ Mr Moreno never raises his voice, which I almost admire, given that he has to keep a classful of sixteen year olds engaged through double chemistry on a Friday afternoon when our only concern is what we’re doing at the weekend. It works, though, because Dan lifts me back over the edge of the sea wall and puts me down.

Mr Moreno’s cheeks go from pink to red. ‘What were you doing, Daniel?’

‘We were just mucking around, Sir.’

We? I’m tempted to interject, but Year Eleven solidarity dictates that I never grass on a fellow classmate, even if they’re as annoying as Dan.

‘It didn’t seem like Ashana was in on the joke, though.’ Mr Moreno crosses his arms, waiting for me to agree. When I don’t, he gives up with a sharp sigh. ‘Apologise to Ashana. Now.’

‘Sorry,’ he says, trying to swallow back a laugh and failing.

Mr Moreno, clearly unimpressed with Dan’s lack of remorse, uncrosses his arms to raise his finger. ‘We’ll discuss this on Monday, Daniel. I want to see you in my office at eight o’clock, do you understand?’ I can tell Dan wants to object – eight o’clock on a Monday morning! – but he thinks better of it and nods instead. ‘Now try to behave yourself for the rest of the afternoon. Do you think you can manage that?’

Dan grunts something I assume is yes then runs off to join his mates.