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Jas, Jools, Ellen, Rosie and me were lurking near the science block, hiding from the Gestapo (Hawkeye) who wants to ask me about the lunchbox beret idea. Everyone has been doing it. Slim told us not to be so silly; she said in assembly, “You are making a mockery of the school’s good name in the community.”

Anyway, we have taken her advice to heart and we are going to have a “blind day” instead. After last bell we went to the alleyway in between the Science block and main school, waiting for an opportunity to dash out of the gates when Hawkeye was not looking. We all had our lunchpack-berets on apart from old spoilsport knickers Jas.

Rosie said, “On the blind day next Wednesday the deal is we all shut our eyes for the whole morning and have to have minders that guide us around. From lesson to lesson.”

I said, “Wait a minute, we have sports on Wednesday, it’s hockey. That will be a laugh.”

Jas said gloomily– she had been an unlaugh all day– ”Hawkeye will stop us, with detention and so on.”

Rosie said, “No, because we will explain that we are being sponsored and are doing it so that we will have a better understanding of the poorly-sighted.”

That’s when we saw something awful. The SG drove up to the school gates in his car and Wet Lindsay ran out and got in!