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PANTS
With Sirgiman, our games teacher from hell gone, blue skies reigned over Greenfields High for almost a week. It was late one lunchtime when the sun went back to hide behind a dark cloud. I will never forget that lunch hour if I live to be fifteen.
I’d been kicking a small stone around the top end of the playground when Todd came running towards me. A few weeks earlier, and I would have run screaming in the opposite direction. A lot had happened since then.
“Joe, you won’t believe this. They’ve reincarnated Sirgiman.”
“Oh, right,” I said. “If you say so, Todd.”
“I’m serious. He looks like him and shouts like him.”
“Who does? What are you talking about?”
Todd looked around to make sure nobody else could hear this ridiculous conversation. “Our new games teacher. I tell you, Jo
