Читать книгу I am sort of a Loser - Jim Smith - Страница 37

Light-blue boxes flew into the air like rectangle chunks of sky and my nose thudded on to the floor, me following behind it.

‘That is SO you, Barry!’ laughed Sharonella as I lay on the ground covered in Whatever Boxes, and I breathed a sigh of relief, because I was back to being the loserkeelest person in my class.