Sugar and Spice

One term. That’s all I give it. After that – who knows? Maybe they’ll just give up on me. Save us all a lot of grief.

Gonna write my essay now, about the vampire. Har har!

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On my way into school next morning, I was ambushed by Brett Thomas. He must have seen me coming and laid in wait, cos he sprang out from behind a tree as I walked into the playground. It was quite scary. I jumped and gave this little pathetic bleat. Brett said, “Where ya goin’, Goofball?”

I said, “Going into s-school.”

I mean, where else would I be going?

“Wotcha got in yer bag?”

“N-nothing!” I clutched my bag very tightly with both hands. “I haven’t got anything in it!”

“Wotcha mean, you ain’t got anyfink in it? Wotcha carryin’ it for?”

“It’s just s-school stuff.” I cast round, desperately, but the playground was empty. I’d done my usual trick of arriving late, after the bell. It was just me and Brett Thomas!

“Give it us.” He reached out and grabbed the bag from me. There wasn’t anything I could do; I had to let him have it. Brett Thomas was a real hard nut, he’d bash your head in soon as look at you. Even Karina, who didn’t mind giving a load of bad mouth to Julia Bone, wasn’t bold enough to stand up to Brett Thomas. Nor was Julia, come to that. Nobody was.