Scribble

Nicu and I are only in one lesson together –

design technology,

and

while he’s up at the teacher’s desk

getting something checked,

Dan grabs his work book

and scrawls

Stinking Gyppo

across it.

‘Dick!’ I say aloud.

Meg sniggers into her hand.

‘Yeah, you should tell Dan to write that on his maths book

next lesson.’

I don’t bother telling her I’m actually talking about Dan.

‘Dick,’ I say again,

this time

looking right at Meg.