CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Great costume, Georgie,” said Daisy. “I love it!”
Georgia had gone all out this year, wearing a prosthetic zombie mask she’d made herself. It had taken hours, and it was very effective. (She’d watched a couple of YouTube posts about how to make the prosthetic mask.) The clothes she was wearing had been sliced, to make it look like she’d been attacked. “Yours is amazing, too,” she replied, although the Catwoman costume Daisy was wearing was clearly shop-bought.
“I bought mine from a shop,” said Daisy. “Don’t take the piss. I don’t have the patience to make stuff like you’ve made. Yours is so realistic, or as realistic as zombie costumes can be, I guess.”
“Thanks,” she replied, sitting down at her desk. She had fifteen minutes before she had to start work, so she switch
