One of the reasons I feel sorry for Uma is that despite the fact she’s trying proper hard to be like a normal Sixth Former, and despite the fact she’s totally trying not to drop-kick Sonia Cathcart across the common room then finish her off with a karate chop when Sonia makes those little comments about how hard FOUR AS-LEVELS are if you have to do four of them WHICH SONIA DOES BY THE WAY… none of this matters. ’Cos just as folks are beginning to chill out a bit and forget that Uma is a Brunton-Fletcher then BLOODY CLINTON BRUNTON-FLETCHER starts turning up around the school gates on his bloody tiny BMX, selling weed to folk as young as Year Ten. KNOBHEAD.
“Can’t you tell him to stop?” Sonia Cathcart said proper loudly to Uma today in study hall. Oh my days I hope Sonia Cathcart’s god is looking down on her ’cos she is going to get one good old proper ass-whooping on the day Uma gets kicked out and has nothing to lose. Uma just opened her King Lear and pretended to read. “He ain’t nothing to do with me,” she said under her breath narkily.