‘Hils! I have to stop. I’ve got a stitch.’
I have never been a good runner. I think it’s because I really hate running and only ever do it if I am told to do it by a teacher.
I wish I had known that one day I would have to run a really long way really fast carrying a singing cockroach while being chased by an angry, dizzy, limping, bug and cat-poo-covered walking-mountain-man Exterminator. With a huge mallet.
If I’d known that I would have tried to be a good runner.
‘Owwwwww. It really hurts, Hils.’
I knew that being squashed with a huge mallet by an angry, dizzy, limping, bug and cat-poo-covered walking-mountain-man Exterminator was going to hurt. It was probably going to hurt to death.
But a stitch really hurts too.
Really, very, super hurts too.
‘Help, Hils. I can’t go any further.’
I looked behind me.
‘He’s going to get me, Hils. Help. HELP. HELP,’ I said.
‘HE’S GOING TO GET PAVAROACHI! HELP! HELP! HELP!’ said Pavaroachi.
‘I’ll help you,’ said Vivien.