Rosie Farrell’s PeriodI was standing in the cubicle, the last one as you come in the door, it’s nearer the window, and it’s the cleanest by a mile, and I’m changing my tampon when I hear this faint sound of ‘Rosie.’ I said nothing. Then another whisper/shout of ‘Rosie.’ It was Clem. I froze. Then one more ‘Rosie.’ I mean can a girl not even change her b****y tampon in peace? This was too much. Next thing I know he was inside the toilets! The girls’ toilets. Inside. The flippin girls’ toilets. So I totally iced up. Statuesque. Like that game we played as weans. I could hear him checking the doors. I sat on the seat and put my feet up to the door, careful not to make a sound. My red Diadoras ready to block any entry. Or boot him full force in the balls if he dared try to enter. My red Diador
