I got in late again and although I only had one lesson free, during period four, Mr. Giles asked me and Lee if we wanted to get on with making the Twelfth Night scenery. We went and sawed some branches down.
God, I hated school toward the end of the day, and only my snatches of conversation with Claire made it bearable. In an echo of Thursday, Ms. Hirst asked how I was and seemed really quite concerned. I was pleased with my B- for my Naipaul essay.