Well c’mon spit it out boy
Ok class, the Polish English teacher said with her eyes shining with fervour. We will do some lovely reading out loud today. Yes, we shall. Now everybody can take turns. We shall start with Emily.
Yes Mrs Nowakowski.
Emily read with expression and precision. Every word and every vowel. Made it look so easy. How did she do that?
Lovely Emily. Beautiful, my girl. Next Jarrod.
Jarrod read like the way he spoke. Slowly. Stupidly. His athletic muscles useless; the wheel was spinning in his head but the hamster was dead.
Mrs N brushed him off quickly. Not so good eh Mr Jarrod. Football doesn’t help you r******w.
Jarrod looked around at the class daring anyone to laugh.
Jim felt sick. The dread was overwhelming. He waited for his turn feeling hott
