“Miss Sullivan!” Called out the old, boring English teacher.
“What, Sir?” Replied Constance Sullivan. Her face was stuffed with her favourite food, rice pudding.
“Put that bloody rice down and sort your tie out. It’s all over the place-“
“A bit like your eyebrows, sir,” she reached into her back pack and pulled out some tweezers. “You ever seen these before?” She called out. She lifted the twee...