The Dreaded Phonecall

I got ‘the phone call’ today. I was in full swing teaching year 9 when I see William’s school’s phoning me. Uh oh.

Yup. William’s vommed across the playground.

In quick succession, I had the following thoughts:

Fuck I wish my parents lived nearby.

What the hell can I set for cover?

Oh god He’s going to have to be off school for the next TWO DAYS

And then I thought of him all soppy and sad and sitting in school reception waiting for me and in a flurry of photocopying and begging gorgeous friends to cover my lessons for me, I made a dash for it.

”If I’m not going to school tomorrow how am I going to give them back their sick bowl?’ He genuinely asked between bouts of puking.

 

 

 

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