Chapter 2
My mum was pretty pissed that she had to pick me up from the school. It was like six o’clock when she got there too. I mean, cleaning the gym wasn’t exactly quick but I was twiddling my thumbs by about five-fifteen, and even though my mum had specifically requested that Cranly dump me on a bus to make my own way home, he insisted – I mean that’s not really in the teacher code is it? – that she pick me up so that he could speak to her. I didn’t like the sound of that at all. At least I finished the book for English. It made me want to devise some none-to-subtle method for poisoning Mr Cranly but I suppose there’d be no dragon chariot waiting for me, would there? There’d just be my mum and dad looking all disappointed and angry and that doesn’t suit me so well. I mean, my dad, rig
