CHIPS, WHIPS, CHAINS AND DIPSDaisy had stored the clothes she planned to
wear to the party earlier. She pulled the plastic bag from under the sofa, and
Katrina started to strip off too, telling her to be quiet, as Mrs Burnett was
in the room along the corridor, watching TV.
The thought struck Daisy, how
come I’m not bothered about getting half-naked in front of Katrina? For the
last two years, she’d hid her body carefully from her classmates, too conscious
of those throw-away remarks that got passed around the girls’ changing rooms.
“Gosh, I love your chunky thighs! Mine
are so bony, aren’t they?” or, “I’m
so jealous! I wish I didn’t
care about body hair.”
Katrina had the kind of body that
would be the envy of all those bitches, legs so skinny there was a thigh gap
you could
