Ashcroft High school.
8.00 a.m. Monday morning. My first day. Eek.
Mrs Baldwin, my new form teacher, is the first person I meet. She comes sweeping down a corridor towards me and Dad, and I don't mind telling you that the first sight of her scares me half to death. Her chin is so pointy it reminds me of the wicked witch of the west.
Striding up, she ignores Dad completely for a…
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