Mrs Tosser shouts across the classroom. Everyone looks up. Madu has pulled his jumper over his head and is pretending to be a girl. really funny, but Mrs Tosser It’s shouts again. that off ‘Madu. Take immediately.’ really angry. She never shouts like that. Her face is red. going to She’s She’s explode. Really. not even funny anymore. Everyone in the class is silent. It’s We’re like statues. Even Madu and Mrs Tosser. It lasts for hours and then she shouts in a whisper. that ‘Madu. Take off.’ Madu has gone red like a Coke can. I even think he could go red his didn’t ‘cos skin’s really dark. Actually, more like his eyes are burning. I can see his face twitching. it’s Everyone knows Madu wants to be the hardest. ‘Why?’ His backchat strong like usual. His voice is weak, like a pussy. scared of isn’t He’s Mrs Tosser, but he wants to look hard. But not hard. He looks scared. He points he’s his hand at our table. about ‘What Ghalia?’ Madu is such a dick. not even funny. He have to pick on her. Why It’s doesn’t he pick on the new boy? well fat and hit back he gets out of doesn’t He’s can’t ‘cos breath really quick. not her fault she has to wear the scarf. And even if she wants It’s to wear it, she can. just jealous he has to take off his baseball cap in class. He’s ‘cos a stupid hat anyway. It says FUCT and he wears it all the time like stuck on It’s it’s with glue and when I tried it on it smelt he never washes it because he never ‘cos takes it off. He loves that hat. I want one too, but just with NYC. That would be well cool and look well hard, especially when we did the Vs and up yours we’d
Mrs Tosser shouts across the classroom. Everyone looks up. Madu has pulled his jumper over his head and is pretending to be a girl. It’s really funny, but Mrs Tosser shouts again. ‘Madu. Take that off immediately.’ She’s really angry. She never shouts like that. Her face is red. She’s going to explode. Really. It’s not even funny anymore. Everyone in the class is silent. We’re like statues. Even Madu and Mrs Tosser. It lasts for hours and then she shouts in a whisper. ‘Madu. Take that off.’ Madu has gone red like a Coke can. I didn’t even think he could go red ‘cos his skin’s really dark. Actually, it’s more like his eyes are burning. I can see his face twitching. Everyone knows Madu wants to be the hardest. ‘Why?’ His backchat isn’t strong like usual. His voice is weak, like a pussy. He’s scared of Mrs Tosser, but he wants to look hard. But he’s not hard. He looks scared. He points his hand at our table. ‘What about Ghalia?’ Madu is such a dick. It’s not even funny. He doesn’t have to pick on her. Why doesn’t he pick on the new boy? He’s well fat and can’t hit back ‘cos he gets out of breath really quick. It’s not her fault she has to wear the scarf. And even if she wants to wear it, she can. He’s just jealous ‘cos he has to take off his baseball cap in class. It’s a stupid hat anyway. It says FUCT and he wears it all the time like it’s stuck on with glue and when I tried it on it smelt ‘cos he never washes it because he never takes it off. He loves that hat. I want one too, but just with NYC. That would be well cool and we’d look well hard, especially when we did the Vs and up yours