Johnny Mills was busy mangling his turn to read from the play.
“Prick….love for pricking, and BEAT love down!”
Sniggers all around.
“Keeds! Come on now Keeds! Be sensible!”, crowed poor Miss Barton.
The Sunflower carried on highlighting every instance of ‘Our Souls’ he could find. Ghost had been doodling a graphic little cartoon of his friend molesting a giant troll of a woman which he labelled ‘Your Girlfriend’.
“Is that to scale?”, enquired The Sunflower before adding the words ‘BIG FUN’ to the troll’s ruffled summer dress. Ghost rounded off his vision with some sores on the lovers’ faces labelled ‘herpes’ and a speech bubble reading, “Ask for me tomorrow, and you will find me a grave man!”