Come on, she whispered, and he slid into it gratefully. A girl at a nearby table shifted her bag off the spare seat and beckoned. Kalinowski would start a war if it amused him, I expect you to be grown up enough to ignore him! she snapped.Īnton shifted on his feet uncertainly, unsure if he was supposed to stay where he was or sit down somewhere. Kalinowski pulled a face Walsh disregarded the order and threw the book back, hitting Kalinowski in the back of the head. I want you all to make him feel welcome-and no throwing books at him, Kalinowski! Right, well, for now-class, this is Anton Williams. Anton guessed that Miss Name-He-Couldn’t-Remember didn’t have awesome classroom control. Quiet settled again, but an uneasy sort of one. Oi! Polack!ĭetention, Walsh! the teacher barked. The boy by the window with the red hair casually turned around and threw a book at him. Respect Kalinowski? Not likely, Miss! a scrawny boy with a face like a rat shouted from the back. This term’s PSHE project will hopefully get some of you to buck up your ideas about respecting your fellow classmates. None of you will! she added loudly when the class sniggered again.
Well, Anton, you won’t have much of a choice soon. Quiet! She was short, with black hair in a tight pixie cut, and blue earrings that swung every time she moved. The teacher sighed and rapped her knuckles on the desk. The class sniggered, the noise rippling like wind through long grass.
A couple of Asian boys in the back row were playing paper football. A girl with long brown curls was texting, the phone just lying on the desk in the open like she didn’t give a damn. A red-haired boy by the window was chewing gum and staring right at him.
There must have been thirty-five of them, all lounging professionally. Why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself, Anton.
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