The World of David Walliams 3 Book Collection

“Sorry. Look, trust me, no one’s going to have a clue as to who you are. But you know, we could just go home instead…”

Dennis thought for a moment. “No. That would be the boring thing to do.”

Lisa simply smiled. Dennis smiled back and sashayed into the playground. Lisa had to quicken her pace.

“Calm down,” said Lisa. “You’re a French exchange student, not a supermodel.”

“Sorry–I mean, desolée.”

Some of the kids stopped and stared. The boys always stared at Lisa anyway because she was so wildly attractive. And the girls liked to check out what she was wearing, even the jealous ones who invented reasons not to like her. But now she was with this new girl not wearing school uniform, there was even more reason to look. Dennis could sense all those eyes on him, and loved it. He spotted Darvesh waiting for him outside the classroom as he always did. Sometimes they would have a quick kick-about before the bell rung. Darvesh scrutinised Dennis for a moment, then looked away. Wow, thought Dennis. Even my best friend doesn’t recognise me.

Lisa’s classroom was on the top floor of the main school building. Although John was in the same year as Lisa, he wasn’t in the same class. And kids two years older than Dennis didn’t know him, just as he didn’t know them, so Dennis had never met most of the people in Lisa’s class. In a school of nearly a thousand pupils, it was very easy to feel anonymous.

Unless, of course, you were unutterably gorgeous like Lisa, or had once put your willy in a test-tube in the middle of a chemistry lesson, like Rory Malone.

By the time they reached the classroom, the bell had already rung. They entered just as Lisa’s form teacher Miss Bresslaw was calling the register. Miss Bresslaw was a well-liked P.E. teacher, even though she had quite bad breath. It was school legend that her breath had once broken a window in the staff room, but only the new kids tended to believe it.

“Steve Connor.”

“Here.”

“Mac Cribbins.”

“Here.”

“Louise Dale.”

“Yep.”

“Lorna Douglas.”

“Here.”

“And Lisa James… you are late.”

“Sorry, Miss.”

“Who is this with you?” asked the teacher.

“It’s my French exchange student, Miss. Denise.”

“I wasn’t told anything about this,” said Miss Bresslaw.

“Oh, were you not? Sorry. I did clear it with Hawtrey.”

“Mr Hawtrey, Lisa,” chided Miss Bresslaw.

“Sorry, Mr Hawtrey, the headmaster bloke. I cleared it with him.”

Miss Bresslaw rose from her chair, and approached the new arrival. As she scrutinised Dennis, she breathed over him slightly. Mmm, that does smell bad, thought Dennis. A sort of mixture of cigarettes, coffee and poo. He held his breath. He could feel himself sweating profusely now. He feared his make-up was going to melt and start collecting in a puddle on the floor. There was silence for a moment. Lisa smiled. Miss Bresslaw smiled back, finally.

“Well, that’s fine then,” she said. “Denise, please take a seat. Welcome to the school.”

“Merci beaucoup,” said Dennis. He and Lisa sat down together. Miss Bresslaw continued to read out the register.

Lisa reached for Dennis’s hand under the desk. She squeezed it softly to say, Don’t worry. Dennis held onto her hand and squeezed it back, just because it felt nice.

As they made their way down the corridor to Lisa’s history class, Mac huffed and puffed his way to catch up with them. “Hi, girls.”

“Oh hi, Mac,” said Lisa. “How’s the diet coming along?”

“Slowly,” said Mac, as he unwrapped a Twix.

“Bonjour, Denise,” Mac offered nervously.

“Bonjour again, Mac,” replied Dennis.

“Ummm… I was just, you’ll probably say no, but if you weren’t doing anything after school with Lisa, I was wondering if you might like to come and get an ice cream or two with me.”

Dennis looked at Lisa with panic. Lisa took over. “You know what, Mac, Denise and I have already made plans for after school. But I know she’d really love to. Maybe next time she’s over, OK?”

Mac looked disappointed, but not heartbroken. Dennis was impressed by how tactfully Lisa had turned him down on his behalf.

“Maybe I’ll see you again later, then,” said Mac. He smiled shyly and overtook them, munching on his Twix and unwrapping a Walnut Whip as he went.

Lisa waited until he was out of earshot before saying, “He really fancies you.”

“Oh no!” said Dennis.

“Don’t worry, it’s cool,” said Lisa. “It’s great, in fact. It must mean you’re very convincing as a girl,” she laughed.

“That’s not funny.”

“Yes, it is,” she replied and laughed again.

The first lesson of the day, geography, passed without incident. Though Dennis didn’t think his new-found knowledge of Ox-bow lakes would ever be of use in the adult world.

Unless of course he wanted to be a geography teacher.

He got away with it in the second lesson too, physics. Magnets and iron filings. Fascinating! Dennis hadn’t understood this subject as a boy, and understood it even less as a girl. He was quickly learning that:

It was best to remain silent in class,

Remember to cross your legs when you are wearing a dress, and most importantly,

Don’t catch the boys’ eyes as you might be more attractive than you thought!

The bell rang again not a moment too soon. It was break-time.