![]() I’d gulped a lungful of iced Coke and blundered from my seat, missed the end of the film. I remembered the man in the cinema last year who had sat next to me, hand levitating up from his side until it landed on my thigh as though he had no control over it. She wore the tooth underneath her other necklaces, and never fidgeted with it.ĭoes it work? I wanted to ask her, looking at it, the talisman, but I knew she wouldn’t answer that either. ![]() My mother wouldn’t talk about her time in the forest. ![]() I reminded myself that I had eyelids, that I could use them. When Mrs Jones dimmed the lights, I didn’t feel excitement, I didn’t get out my notebook to take notes, the way a few of the others did. The other girls just lifted their feet and hissed.Įvery class needed someone to be the weak one. This quickly became legend – the girl’s French fries partially combined with strawberry milkshake so that it looked like brains, and she wept as she pushed it around the floor. ![]() Last year it was in the afternoons, but someone threw up everywhere when they showed the first video, the one titled Decapitation by Bear Trap! Mrs Jones made her clean it up in front of everyone and shifted class to before lunch. They called it Specialised Life Skills for Girls and it happened on Tuesdays and Thursdays. ![]() Murder class was the new thing, but of course they didn’t call it that. ![]()
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