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Outside Slim’s office. Oh dear. Quelle dommage. Zut alors and sacré bleu even. Now what? Unfortunately Wet Lindsay was my guard and as I looked at her I was reminded of her thongs lurking under her skirt. Going up her bum-oley. And it started me off again.

The jelloid one called me in. I was like a red-faced loon trying not to laugh. She said, “Georgia Nicolson, this is an unforgivable offence. This time you have gone too far. Berets worn like lunchpacks, noses stuck up with Selllotape, false freckles painted on noses, all these childish pranks I have put up with…Last term there was the skeleton in Mr Attwood’s uniform, the locusts…”

Slim raved on and on, shaking like a gigantic jelly. “…I was hoping that you had grown up a bit. But to lure an elderly man, not in peak condition…” Blah blah blah.

It was useless my trying to explain. Mr Attwood has dislocated his shoulder and I am being held responsible. Fab. Anyway, the short and short of it is that I’m suspended for a week and Jas is on cloakroom duty. Slim said she was going to write a stiff note home to my parents telling them the circumstances. I helpfully offered to take the stiff note home myself but Slim insisted on posting it.

Hobbling home with Jas and the gang. I was a bit depressed. Again. I couldn’t even be bothered putting my lunchpack-beret on.

I said to Jas, “Slim is so ludicrously suspicious! What she implied was that I would not take the note home and would pretend that I am not suspended!!”

Jas said, “Hmmm…What were you going to tell your mum after you had destroyed the note?”

“You’re as bad as everyone else, Jas.”

“I know, but just for interest’s sake, what were you going to say?”

“I thought I might try the mysterious stomach bug. I haven’t used it since last year’s maths test.”