It is the beginning of another school day, the girls are in the classrooms, the corridors are empty, and I'm on a secret mission.
Funny, the sick room is locked, but I have a key.
Sick room is right, there are two girls covered in it, the wash basin is full of it. Sharon and Chantelle are lying on the bed wearing Christmas present wrapping paper and vomit.
I kick them awake and open the window.
“Right, you two! You are coming with me!”
I grab them, haul them upright and walk them to their dormitory. They say nothing.
“You two stink. Just look at yourselves! Really disgusting!”
“Get into the shower room! Throw those clothes into the bin! You won't need them again.”
Since I met Jennffer, I know why I like to look at girls in the shower.
“Right! Get into bed and stay there. I'm writing sick notes for you two sluts. You are lucky that it's Nurse's day off today. She wouldn't be so kind to you.”
“OK! Listen to this! I'm speaking now not as a teacher, but as a human being with some experience of life.”
“I can tell you this! You don't get many warnings in life. But when you do, take notice! You two have just had such a warning. I can see it in your faces. I don't know what you have been doing AND I don't want to know.”
“So, what am I trying to tell you?”
“You have had a warning. Do something about it! You have been told.”