Читать книгу I am so over being a Loser - Jim Smith - Страница 46

‘If you’re anything like your mum you’ll be a natural!’ he shouted over his shoulder, and he tucked his arms in as if he was skiing and wiggled his bum like my mum.

I got on my tiptoes and peered through the little window at the top of the classroom door. Nancy was pointing to a stamp with a picture of a butterfly on it.

‘Bor-ring,’ I whispered, and the glass misted up from my breath.