Chapter Five

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  I hid my face for the rest of the day. However, my attempt at hiding myself was sadly futile. Girls threw dagger looks at me whenever and wherever they could for the whole day. One even 'chipped' my bag. There's this thing at St Andrews called chipping. It's when someone wastefully pours a packet of perfectly delicious crisps into your school bag. It usually happens to newcomers. Oh well. 

  I found out I was chipped during PE class. I was going to take out my PE attire from my bag when a salty smell assailed my nostrils. My mouth watered, like literally. However, when I found pieces of crisps strewn all over my bag, my nose watered. They must've used crisps with really strong flavoring, hence the strong smell.

  And so, I spent the rest of PE class in the bathroom, picking out crumbs of crisps. Actually, more like eating the crumbs out of my bag. A girl threw me a sympathetic look as she sauntered into the girls' bathroom, but the look was quickly replaced by one of horror when I grinned at her with crisps in my mouth. I'm greedy ? What an understatement. 

  I stuffed the last crumb in my mouth just as the warning bell rang for lunch. I licked my fingers clean. Meow, imma cat. Licking herself clean. Meow.

  "There you are!" 

  Darrius fell into step beside me. "Hey there," I said nonchalantly, as though I hadn't spent my first PE class eating crisps out of my bag. My life is pathetic. 

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Hey guys. I'm really very sorry for not posting sooner. And I'm a terrible person. I told izzy_mohamed I'd post the next day (which is last week or something) because I thought I'd have time. Unfortunately NOT :(  IM SORRY. Um anyway, I got the 'chipping' idea from a book. I think it was called Starring Reel Life. *Reel is not spelled wrongly

Anyway, this chapter just lets my inner sarcasm shine through :) WEEEE. Anyway, hope y'all like it. Please vote, comment and fan! Love, peace and sour cream, Aretha xx

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