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raised a sauce-speckled eyebrow at me. Guess he didn’t know why it was us either. Again.
    Principal Hollerings hurried up the hallway on his ebony cane with the gold eagle’s head, the one that looks like a pimp’s walking stick. He looked decidedly unimpressed when he saw the both of us sitting on the bench outside his office.
    “Miss Boans, Mr Fernandes. What is this? I only saw the two of you on Tuesday? Which, incidentally, was yesterday.”
    “Principal Hollerings,” said Mrs Wally. “These two students were responsible for the shenanigans out there. I caught Miss Eliza red-handed and this student—”
    Mrs Wally pointed a false fingernail at Neil.
    “—must be somehow involved because I saw him having a long and meaningful chat with the girl only two minutes earlier!”
    “Miss Boans, explain yourself please,” sighed the Principal.
    “Jeremy Biggins threw a cup of tea at me.”
    “Pardon me?”
    “Threw a cup of tea on me. As in he bought a cup of tea from me—”
    “You mean to say that the young gentleman purchased a cup of tea off you with his own money, only to throw it back at you?”
    “Yes. That’s right. And for your own information I wouldn’t call him a gentleman.”
    “Keep your personal observations to yourself please, MissBoans. Mrs Wally did you witness any of this?”
    “No,” replied Mrs Wally flatly and her face dropped as best as the botox would let it.
    “But, sir!” I said, a little louder now. “Just because you have a grudge against me doesn’t mean you can just refuse to believe me! I’m telling you the truth.”
    Principal Hollerings put a hand to his forehead. There was a horrible throbbing vein there.
    “I ran into Mr Biggins on my way here. He said that Mr Fernandes slid the entire contents of his lunch onto his head. What do you have to say about that?”
    Principal Hollerings stared expectantly at Neil. Mrs Wally turned to stare at Neil. I looked at Neil as well.
    “It was an accident,” replied Neil. “Jeremy was running. I thought that one of the school rules prohibits students from running indoors? He wasn’t watching where he was going and he ran into, well—my lunch.”
    “Is this true?” exclaimed Principal Hollerings. “Did you see any of this occur, Mrs Wally?”
    “No, unfortunately.” Mrs Wally replied. You should have heard the disappointment in her voice.
    “Miss Marianne Jones—the school’s best student—and Miss Alexandria Gutenberg were both present, sir. I am sure they will serve as credible witnesses,” added Neil.
    Mrs Wally flashed him a suspicious look, but didn’t say anything.
    “Miss Jones and Miss Gutenberg?” Principal Holleringspaused. “In that case, Mr Fernandes—consider this a warning. You are currently on detention, so I advise you be more vigilant with your behaviour. Miss Boans, I advise you to do the same. I am disappointed in the both of you. This is your last and most important term of study. Please do not neglect the reputation of Priory Grammar for the sake of your immature games. You are both dismissed.”
    Mrs Wally watched with a dumbstruck look on her face as Principal Hollerings waddled into his office.
    “You’re coming back to the canteen with me, missy,” said Mrs Wally with her hand extended toward me.
    The school bell sounded.
    At Priory, they say that the sound of the traditional bell is too violent, so have replaced it with the soothing tones of the chimes that you hear in airports. It makes me think of all these students pacing back and forth through the wide glass halls with our heavy bags. Forever trying to get somewhere else.
    “See you tomorrow then, Mrs Wally,” I said to her and smiled. “I gotta get going to class now.”
    I pulled my school shirt free of my skirt and looked at the stain. Yuck. I started unbuttoning from the bottom and then stopped when I realised Neil was staring at me.
    “Come on, I’ll walk you to History. It’s on the way to the Chemlab,” he said.
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