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Caroline's secret

... arse!' The teacher stopped suddenly. Turned slowly. Narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his forehead, exactly as they teach them at teacher school. 'What did you say, girl?' If quick with nothing else, Alice was always quick with her mouth. 'Can I arsk...' I shook my head at her insubordinate brilliance, 'if I can go to the toilet, please, Sir?' He was emphatic. 'No!' After glancing at a non-existent watch on his wrist, he made do with the constantly tardy clock that hung slightly askew above the whiteboard. 'It's only just after break, girl.' Alice whined as only a sixteen year-old girl can. 'But Sir! It's that time of the month and my nan says...' Mr Cole clasped a hand to his eyes, while waving the other towards the half-glazed, half-open door. Some lads at the back sniggered. Some girls at the front did likewise. My best friend Alice had no shame at all. Still hasn't. The reddening young teacher spluttered. 'Yes, yes, of course. Just go. And be quick about it.' He glowered. 'And let's have some maturity in here, shall we?' Her chair scraped. She bent and picked up her bulging handbag, a receptacle that hopelessly doubled as her schoolbag. No wonder she was always without the requisite books and folders, was always so ill-equipped. Across the aisle from me, an incessantly sleepy James Baldwin raised his ginger head from his heavily-graffitied desk. He opened his dried lips, bared his yellow twisted teeth and whispered. 'So you'll not be fucking me tonight then, eh, Alice?' ...

... Again, Alice was quick off the mark. How I envied the sharpness of her coarse tongue. Still do. She slid her little finger between her plush lips then waggled it, glistening, in the air. 'No, but I might suck your little cock again, James, if I can find it, that is.' Though barely more than a hissed whisper, the whole class heard it and there was uproar. At that moment, Mr Cole, perhaps because he was on the edge of laughter himself, chose deaf muteness as his momentary disability of choice. It was a good call. He was young and new to the school, yet it was evident to all that he was quickly going to become a very good teacher. * As careers advisors go, Mr Cole was cute, though hugely inexperienced and vastly under-qualified: he was barely out of school himself. 'So, Caroline, you really are not considering further education? With your predicted grades I'd have thought...' Sitting next to Alice 'Tits' Taylor for seven years had somehow not impacted on my speed of tongue. 'No.' 'No?' 'My family d-d-d-don't go to university, Sir. We're not that... that...' I was lost for words. Literally. Speaking was hard for me. I stammered. Really stammered. Some words - many words - were constantly off-limits. I twisted my chin, tightened my jaw, screwed up my eyes, looked stupid, ugly - fucking stupid pig ugly - and still couldn't make them intelligible. So I'd given up, embraced my ever-shrinking lexicon if not warmly, then resignedly. I'd had speech therapy. It had failed, made me more ...