12-year-old Andy's mum has been bugging him (as mums are wont to do) after having found his notebook doodled over with little hearts and flowers, and his pocket money being spent on a lot of cologne...
'But when your little sister got a crush, she told us who it was...'
Yes, repeatedly. If he heard about the amazing Matt one more time, he would go nuts.
'Fine. I won't tell you, but if you can work out who it is, I'll tell you if you're right. This is all you're getting.'
Why I love my crush...
She's younger than me, and she's special-she's one of a kind. She's American, but you won't find her name in the United States. She's beautiful, but she doesn't look the same from the front and the back.
She makes me feel like a million dollars,but there's no silver or gold in her name. I don't know her bra size, but I know she's not an AA or a DD.
She's a proper girl, with a proper girl's name. She looks beautiful in green, but her name isn't Irish. She'd be a wonderful present, but her name isn't Christmassy. And I'd love to have a kiss from her, but there's none in her name either.
And at least he'd get some peace whilst it was being worked out... That lasted five minutes before there was a banging on the door...
'Who are these talking about? At least give some idea of who they might be..'
'You have to find them out yourself.'
Fortunately, the class list was still posted on the front of the fridge. And so Mum (and pesky little sister, who was only too happy to help) got down to some sleuthing. Can you help them work out the love of Andy's life?