“Nine,” Lauren announced.
I squealed, “Nine?! Okay, do I win then?”
“No!” she giggled, “I demand a recount!”
I counted the spots on Lauren’s face again. We were in Maths, and instead of trying to figure out what the heck the angle of Y was we had developed a game of count-the-zits. You have to admit, it is maths… in a way! The most spots, wins. It was great fun until Mrs Eavoll turned around and saw us.
“GIRLS!”
Yes, we are female. Well done, evil one.
“This sort of behaviour is NOT appropriate in my lesson!”
It’s disgusting how droplets of saliva soar through the air whenever she launches into a lecture.
