Truly Tan Baffled

A whole gaggle of prep kids are pushing and tripping their way past us and they are not watching where they are going. The prep kids sit up the front for assembly. They are the littlest kids in the school and they have to hold hands with a buddy whenever they are on the loose. The prep kids used to be shy. But that was at the start of the year. Nowadays they are noisy and as bold as brass. You would think they owned the school. ‘It’s freezing in here!’ says Gloria, zipping up her puffer jacket so that her chin disappears. ‘Let’s talk about the creepy shapes and the Windrustle sisters later,’ I say. ‘It’s hopeless trying to have a Secret Spy talk in here. Look at this farmyard!’ Kids are squiggling about everywhere, laughing and pulling faces and taking their seats on the floor.