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They are a bunch of sadists here. We get forced to go out into sub-Antarctic conditions. Even Elvis Attwood won’t come out of his hut and he is half human, half walrus. Meanwhile the so-called prefects and staff get to hang around in the warm. Wet Lindsay, the Owlie One, said to me, “If you wore skirts that were a bit longer you might not be so chilly.”

I said to Jas, “Did you hear a sort of hooting noise, Jas?”

Me and Jas sheltered out of the icy winds behind a wall but we were still cold, so we had an idea. We thought we would button our two coats together to make a kind of big sleeping bag. We fastened the buttons of Jas’s coat into the buttonholes of mine. Then we buttoned the buttons of my coat into Jas’s buttonholes. With us in the middle. All nice and snug. It did make it very difficult to walk and unfortunately we had buttoned ourselves up a bit far away from our bags. Our bags with our nutritious snacks in them (Mars Bars and cheesy snacks). We tried synchronised shuffling to get to them but Jas tripped and we fell over. We were laughing, but not for long, because the Bummer Twins arrived.

Jackie looked down at us all tied together in our coats and said, “Look, Ali, the little girls are playing a little game. Let’s join in.”

And then they sat on us.

And they are not small girls.

Alison said, “Fancy a fag, Jackie?”

We heard them light up. We were just trapped there.

Then Jackie said, “Oooh look, someone has left some cheesy snacks for us. Fancy one, Ali?”

Me and Jas were the Bummer Twins’ armchair.