Читать книгу ‘… and that’s when it fell off in my hand.’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 87

I am going to have to kill Rosie – she is soo overexcited about the return of Sven. Every time Miss Stamp turns round she does mad disco dancing. Miss Stamp turned round a bit sharpish and caught Rosie nodding her head like a loon. She said, “Rosemary Mees, what are you doing?”

Rosie said, “I was agreeing with your excellent point on the roundness of circles.”

She got a bad conduct mark for cheek, but she is still as mad as a hen.

She sent me a note: What swings round and round a cathedral wrapped in cellophane?

I tried to ignore her but she kept looking and raising her eyebrows until I thought she would have a nervy spaz. So I mouthed back, “What?” and she sent another note:The lunchpack of Notre Dame.

Dear God, am I never to be free?