I started to run. I didn’t know where I was running to, I just knew what I was running from, which was this school in general and Mrs Ramshaw in particular because she was properly freaking me out.
I was running past the big hall windows when I realised the big hall windows meant that whoever might be in there would be able to see me but hopefully nobody would be in there but I sneaked a quick look and everybody was in there so whoops.
The whole school, by the looks. All dressed in yellow.
Fnizzle, Thwoosh, KABLOOM!
Leonora Bolt’s hair was on fire again. And so were her eyebrows. “Amazing,” she murmured, before realizing her head felt a bit hotter than usual. Grabbing a glass of water, she sloshed it right over herself.
Burnt brown curls stuck to her cheeks like seaweed. Great globs of grease dribbled down her grubby dungarees. And Leonora’s eyes gleamed with triumph.