I'm not going to school.
didn't do my home work, and every one else has.
At lunch you
can either queue in the tuckshop for half an hour, or listen to
Spiky Stevens do his armpit serenade.
I can't find
my lunchbox, and I can't risk sending out notes because it's a
(also known as Fork the Dork) has me as a target for
Cassandra Mills swears she saw something wriggle in the
sweet-corn soup in the tuckshop.
the great egging prank last year, Mrs Papadopoulos has been
snooping me out.
I think I
have malaria. Honestly! It only looks like a
when the teacher told me she found my drink bottle, I said, "Yes,
a desk with Marty Rockefeller, and every time I put my hand over
his side of the desk, he whacks it with his ruler.
I didn't do
my home work, and … oh, I already said that one? Well, uh…did I
mention I have a mild case of malaria?
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