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‘Mr Worragul is, like, the coolest teacher. He’s just so hip,’ whispered Ashley to her friends the next morning, as they started their new art project.
‘Yeah, imagine, he really wants us to do this. It’s fully sick!’ answered Abigail.
Ashley and Abigail were hardly getting on with each other last week and now they’re suddenly, really close, thought Saffron wearily. It must be all the “deep and meaningful” drooling over “gorgeous guys” they’ve been doing together. I think I like Claire better than either of them.
She stopped being so cynical and joined in their enthusiasm. After all, it was a project designed especially for her. She gestured towards the work, a lettering exercise. ‘He just wants us to think outside the square. Or is it inside?’ They all started laughing because they had been designing protest-slogans to fit neatly onto large squares of cardboard. Their teacher had even provided wooden rods so they could carry the placards.
‘... and yes, you may take your work home with you this afternoon if you so desire,’ he had told them after explaining the exercise.
The class had spontaneously cheered him. Most kids in the school, those who had what it takes, were now firmly behind the Green Mountain campaign. Many were intending to join the protest that afternoon.
Saffron cheered as well, but she couldn’t help feeling slightly bitter. It’s all just fun to this lot, she mused, but I s’pose that’s