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On Monday, in the afternoon, there I was, stuck! The summer drama club. It was in a building a bit like a scout hut, boiling hot with no fan, which must be against the law. There were twenty children. My school is all boys, but none of them were here, and there were some girls here as well. First, a weird, leaping drama teacher called Avalon Jones told us to face each other in pairs on the floor. We were going to play a game called
Categories, she told us, as soon as we sat down. “OK, all of you, think of names of rooms in a house. Shout one word each until you run out of
ideas.”
She put me with a girl in red tights with the feet
chopped off and bare feet. Her jacket, with silver stars sewn on, was too small for her. Her short hair – shorter than mine – stood out in places, dark and clumpy.
We both called out all the obvious answers – kitchen ... bedroom ... bathroom ... toilet...
The girl shot her answers at me so fast. All around us other pairs kept shouting out rooms. Conservatory ... hall.
“Cellar.” The girl’s eyes were round and flashy,
like bright blue marbles.
How to Be Me by Cath Howe
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