For the rest of the week Nina could barely concentrate at school. Mrs Briggs caught her on many occasions staring out of the window, her mind most definitely not on this week's lessons. 'Nina! I asked you what 3 x 3 was,' Mrs Briggs shouted one morning.

Nina jumped in her seat, quickly turning her gaze from the window to her teacher. She had been picturing herself taking a bow in front of a massive audience as they applauded her spectacular dance routine.

'I wish you would stop daydreaming,' Mrs Briggs continued,
'Please save it for playtime.'

'S...s...sorry, Mrs Briggs. 3 x 3 is ... umm ... 9.'

Mrs Briggs, satisfied with the correct answer and hoping that her stern words would be enough to make Nina pay attention from now on, turned to the blackboard to write down the next question.

Pleased that she had at least given the correct answer, Nina breathed a huge sigh of relief. She had better not push her luck any further; the stage would have to wait - for the time being at least.