“I’ve got your results.” Mr Pavot holds up the papers in one hand.
How could I have been so stupid?
“Hello class. I’m your new teacher, Mr. Pavot.”
“What did you say?”
“We are moving to Chester,” Mum repeats again to my little sister, Angela who’s sprung to her feet in utter shock abandoning her current position of sitting down beside to me on the couch. Chewing on my lip anxiously, I look back-and-forth between the two.