Elsie was strolling through the corridors, wondering what was inside them. As she finally arrived at the Mr Kingsley’s office, she didn’t bother to knock on the door, she just burst right in.

Mr Kingsley was sitting at his desk staring at Elsie. Elsie was his new illustrator for his book. Apparently she was the best of the best. Mr Kingsley thought the exact opposite. He was wearing a full suit and tie with slicked back hair. Elsie, on the other hand, was wearing baggy trousers, a white T-shirt with a rainbow on it, backpack and had her dyed blue, short hair half up. He was a very strict, organised man. She was a very unbothered, lazy woman. Mr Kingsley hated her very much, not only had she arrived over and hour late, but she hadn’t knocked on the door.

Elsie walked over to his desk and leaned on it. She asked when they were going to start. When Mr Kingsley told her not to lean on it, she obeyed and instead leant on her hip. She asked the question once more. He replied by telling her not to lean on anything. So Elsie walked over to his sofa, threw her bag down and spread herself out on it. “Not leaning now!”