Bloom. Nicola Skinner

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      A little boy in Reception, new to the unpredictable ways of Mr Grittysnit’s face, burst into tears.

      ‘Which is why I’m delighted to announce that from tomorrow, work will begin on the construction of a brand-new space. A space where you will be able to reach your full potential and prepare yourself for the real world.’

      I wondered what he was talking about. A sports hall? A theatre? A proper science block to keep Neena quiet? The bigger library Bertie always said we needed?

      ‘You’re all going to get a brand-new exam hall!’ said Mr Grittysnit.

      An uncertain silence filled the room.

      Then, along our row, Bella and Chrissie began to clap.

      There was a flash of mustard teeth in their direction. Mr Grittysnit waved a hand vaguely at the window, through which we could see the football-pitch-sized patch of grass that we played and had PE on. ‘It will be built on that useless playing field out there.’

      ‘But that’s the last of our field,’ spluttered Neena indignantly. ‘There’ll be nothing but concrete if he takes that away!’

      ‘I’ve decided you’ll be better off without it,’ declared Mr Grittysnit, as if Neena had never spoken. ‘Too much grass can lead to grass stains! Too many bugs outside leads to bugs inside, which leads to illness and sick days and a patchy school attendance record! A nice clean exam hall is much more beneficial to your future, your welfare – and the state of your uniform, quite frankly. Valentini Constructions –’ and here those stained gnashers were turned on full beam at Chrissie, who smirked in return – ‘will begin digging this week. I want you all to avoid playing out there to let the builders finish the hall as quickly as possible. And you can thank me by passing your exams with flying colours and pushing us to the top of the league tables!’

      Bella Pearlman stood up and clapped frantically, like a seal who’d spotted the sardines being dangled by its trainer. ‘Go, Chrissie!’ she said.

      Chrissie stood up and started clapping too. ‘Go, Mr Grittysnit!’

      He smiled at her. ‘Have an Obedience Point, Chrissie.’

      She smirked and shot me a triumphant look.

      My heart sank. She’s in the lead already?

      Then all the other children in the hall stood up slowly and started clapping too.

      ‘They are literally clapping an exam hall that hasn’t been built yet,’ grumbled Neena. ‘They’re clapping an infringement on our right to play.’

      ‘I know,’ I muttered, trying to look as if I knew what ‘infringement’ meant, ‘but best be on the safe side …’ And I got to my feet and joined in. ‘Could get a Bad Blot for not taking part. We should probably do what everyone else is …’

      But Neena stayed stubbornly seated. ‘And where are we meant to play, Mr Grittysnit? Next to the bins and the drains?’ she shouted, but the sound of the applause drowned her out.

      After we’d clapped for about ten minutes, none of us wanting to be the first child to stop, Mr Grittysnit gave a little nod, as if satisfied, and waved his hand around. This was our cue to stand up and recite the Grittysnit Pledge.

      We stood and said:

       ‘At Grittysnit, we children are

       Exceptionally normal, never bizarre.

       We show up for lessons five minutes early,

       We eat what we’re given and are never surly.

       We walk and talk at a sensible pace,

       With a regulation smile on our face.

       Non-regulation is not okay,

       That’s why everything we wear is nice and grey.

       Answer back? You must be mad –

       To answer back is to be bad.

       We love our lessons, tests and work –

       Without them we would go berserk.

       We won’t rock the boat or speak out of line,

       We won’t question rules or play in class-time.

       In spring, in summer, here’s the truth:

       We’ll do our lessons under the roof.

       We’ll stay inside until the bell goes bong,

       And that’s (nearly) the end of our lovely song.

       If you don’t know this yet

       (Have you not paid attention?),

       Don’t break these rules

       Or you’ll get detention.’

      ‘Rousing stuff, eh?’ said Mr Grittysnit, ignoring Neena’s outstretched hand. ‘Now run along, children, and let’s start the day. You don’t want to fall behind any more than you already are.’

      

      ONCE OUR HEADMASTER had walked off the stage, closely followed by a row of silent teachers, I jumped out of my seat, fired up and enthusiastic after Mr Grittysnit’s motivational chat.

      ‘Hey, what are you waiting for?’ I asked, for Neena was still sitting in her chair, her face a thundery sky.

      ‘Didn’t you hear what Mr Grittysnit just said?’ she grumbled.

      ‘Every. Single. Word.’

      ‘So you heard we’re going to lose the playing field? If that goes, we’ll have a tiny square of concrete the size of a paddling pool to play on. Does that strike you as fair? How are we all going to fit on that, for a start?’

      ‘Oh, yeah,’ I said reluctantly.

      This was typical Neena, asking overly complicated questions. It was only a bit of brown earth. Perhaps an exam hall was a good idea. Besides, I enjoyed exams. I enjoyed drawing up revision timetables and buying new highlighters, and proving how much I knew then promptly forgetting it all once the exam was over. And was there anything wrong with that? And Mr Grittysnit had a point. Grass did lead to grass stains, and getting them out of our uniform was a real СКАЧАТЬ