don’t want to talk about the
River Cascade.
Lets just say, I screamed. But not
because of the height. Because of the water.
Did I mention that today I chose
to wear a white t-shirt and a white bra?
I am soaked.
I look like I’ve entered a wet
t-shirt competition.
You can see my boobs.
Lloyd Layton can see my boobs.
So can Darren, and he is
laughing at me.
It is not funny.
It’s a relief to sit down for
lunch.
We sit on a patch of grass under
a tree and pull our packed lunches out of our bags. Maybe it’ll give me time to
dry off a bit. I don’t want to draw attention to them by checking but I’m
almost positive you can see my nipples through this top.
I don’t want to talk about
lunch.
Let’s just say, I screamed.
Because of the bees. And the ants.
I didn’t know there was an ants’
nest when I said that we should sit underneath the tree.
I certainly didn’t know that
they were red ants.
And how was I supposed to know
that red ants are somewhat different from black ants in the fact that they
bite?
It’s not my fault that Leigh and
two of her friends came along and sat down next to us, and it’s certainly not
my fault that she took a bite out of her cream cake and then threw the rest at
Debs and me.
The food fight wasn’t my fault
either, I swear. Just because I picked up a grape and lobbed it back at her
does not make me a bad person. I was just sick of her always interrupting and
picking on me. What gives her the right to throw a cream cake at us, and
interrupt my time with Lloyd? She’s not interested in him though, it’s Ewan
that she wants. I just don’t want to eat lunch with the class bully, lying in
wait like a lion and watching all the time for me to slip up.
I didn’t mean for the wasps to
come. But when you have cream cake and sticky buns splattered everywhere,
including a big jam stain in the very centre of your chest, they tend to do
that.
It’s not like I wanted anyone to
get stung.
Well, I wouldn’t have minded if
it had been Leigh.
It wasn’t. It was Lloyd.
A wasp got him right on the back
of his neck.
I just hope he’s not allergic.
And bees keep buzzing around me
thanks to the jam on my t-shirt.
Why didn’t I consider that I
might get into a food fight with Leigh Marlow and bring a spare top?
The day was pretty much ruined
after the paramedics came. It turns out that Lloyd is very much allergic to
wasp stings and started having trouble breathing. He had to be injected with
adrenaline and ordered to take it easy for the rest of the day.
After lunch, and a bollocking
off the teachers for the food fight and endangering the life of a classmate, we
went on the Pirate Ship.
I don’t want to talk about the
Pirate Ship.
Let’s just say, I screamed. I
thought I was going to fall to my death.
Lloyd sat on the sidelines and
thought it was hilarious.
It was nothing like Johnny
Depp’s ship in Pirates of the Caribbean .
I thought it was supposed to be
considered lucky when you step in dog poop.
Or is that when a bird poops on
you?
I don’t want to talk about the
dog poop.
Dogs aren’t even allowed in
Summerville Park.
And it certainly wasn’t lucky
for me.
In fact, the only thing that went
right today was the giant bar of chocolate on sale in the gift shop.
But I have learned my lesson.
Next year, Debs and I will look
at fish.
CHAPTER 13
My most hated day of the school
year? Sports day. Without a doubt.
It used to be fun in primary
school when we only ever used to do egg and spoon races, but in this school,
it’s horrible. It’s actually about sports . Ugh.
We can take our pick between two
hundred metre runs, four hundred metre runs, long jump, discus, javelin
throwing and obstacle courses. It’s all so energetic. The worst part is that
you have to compete in at least two events.
There’s no such thing as optional. There’s no backing out. The teachers are
determined that on this one boiling hot July day, a
River Cascade.
Lets just say, I screamed. But not
because of the height. Because of the water.
Did I mention that today I chose
to wear a white t-shirt and a white bra?
I am soaked.
I look like I’ve entered a wet
t-shirt competition.
You can see my boobs.
Lloyd Layton can see my boobs.
So can Darren, and he is
laughing at me.
It is not funny.
It’s a relief to sit down for
lunch.
We sit on a patch of grass under
a tree and pull our packed lunches out of our bags. Maybe it’ll give me time to
dry off a bit. I don’t want to draw attention to them by checking but I’m
almost positive you can see my nipples through this top.
I don’t want to talk about
lunch.
Let’s just say, I screamed.
Because of the bees. And the ants.
I didn’t know there was an ants’
nest when I said that we should sit underneath the tree.
I certainly didn’t know that
they were red ants.
And how was I supposed to know
that red ants are somewhat different from black ants in the fact that they
bite?
It’s not my fault that Leigh and
two of her friends came along and sat down next to us, and it’s certainly not
my fault that she took a bite out of her cream cake and then threw the rest at
Debs and me.
The food fight wasn’t my fault
either, I swear. Just because I picked up a grape and lobbed it back at her
does not make me a bad person. I was just sick of her always interrupting and
picking on me. What gives her the right to throw a cream cake at us, and
interrupt my time with Lloyd? She’s not interested in him though, it’s Ewan
that she wants. I just don’t want to eat lunch with the class bully, lying in
wait like a lion and watching all the time for me to slip up.
I didn’t mean for the wasps to
come. But when you have cream cake and sticky buns splattered everywhere,
including a big jam stain in the very centre of your chest, they tend to do
that.
It’s not like I wanted anyone to
get stung.
Well, I wouldn’t have minded if
it had been Leigh.
It wasn’t. It was Lloyd.
A wasp got him right on the back
of his neck.
I just hope he’s not allergic.
And bees keep buzzing around me
thanks to the jam on my t-shirt.
Why didn’t I consider that I
might get into a food fight with Leigh Marlow and bring a spare top?
The day was pretty much ruined
after the paramedics came. It turns out that Lloyd is very much allergic to
wasp stings and started having trouble breathing. He had to be injected with
adrenaline and ordered to take it easy for the rest of the day.
After lunch, and a bollocking
off the teachers for the food fight and endangering the life of a classmate, we
went on the Pirate Ship.
I don’t want to talk about the
Pirate Ship.
Let’s just say, I screamed. I
thought I was going to fall to my death.
Lloyd sat on the sidelines and
thought it was hilarious.
It was nothing like Johnny
Depp’s ship in Pirates of the Caribbean .
I thought it was supposed to be
considered lucky when you step in dog poop.
Or is that when a bird poops on
you?
I don’t want to talk about the
dog poop.
Dogs aren’t even allowed in
Summerville Park.
And it certainly wasn’t lucky
for me.
In fact, the only thing that went
right today was the giant bar of chocolate on sale in the gift shop.
But I have learned my lesson.
Next year, Debs and I will look
at fish.
CHAPTER 13
My most hated day of the school
year? Sports day. Without a doubt.
It used to be fun in primary
school when we only ever used to do egg and spoon races, but in this school,
it’s horrible. It’s actually about sports . Ugh.
We can take our pick between two
hundred metre runs, four hundred metre runs, long jump, discus, javelin
throwing and obstacle courses. It’s all so energetic. The worst part is that
you have to compete in at least two events.
There’s no such thing as optional. There’s no backing out. The teachers are
determined that on this one boiling hot July day, a
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