Author's Notes.
I don't own the Georgia Nicolson books.
Or anything that I may have stolen to stick into this fic.
Haha.
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Chapter four. 'Bison Horns Are Not To Be Worn In School!'
Assembly. 9:00am.
Hawkeye is wobbling about on the stage, rambling on about how a 'certain four people' haven't been wearing their berets properly, and that she thinks uniform should be 'worn in the correct fashion'.
Tres amusante.
She just tripped overthe cable on the stage, which set us all off laughing.
Wonderful. Hawkeye's words of wisdom just ruined my day.
'Bison horns are not to be worn in school'.
How are we meant to do the Viking Disco Inferno now?!
We shall just have to:
stamp, stamp to the left,
left leg kick, kick
without bison horns. But then we can't exactly call it the Viking Disco Inferno without bison horns.
Merde.
Perhaps we'll just do the snot disco inferno that me and my amazing pallys made up.
Blodge. 9:20 am.
Sacre bleu!
The teacher has a complete ditherspaz everytime you pick up the pen while she's talking.
She started having a go at me while I was writing a note to my lovely pally Jools.
I only got half way.
It ended up looking like this before the teacher noticed I was scribbling away:
Jools, mon tremendous pally,
Meet moi in the loos at break,
must re-apply lippy so that I ca
and that's it. I shall finish it in a momento.
Three minutes later.
She has finally stopped rambling!
Now I can finish my note:
Jools, mon tremendous pally,
Meet moi in the loos at break,
must re-apply lippy so that I can look
full of maturiosity and glaciosity!
Ciao.
Gee xx
A note was soon sent back:
Gee xx
Oui.
Jas wants to know is you've got further up
the snogging scale than her.
Shes got to no. 6 and 3/4. (neck nuzzling).
So yeah, reply soon!
Jools xx
I sent a note to Jas now, saying:
Jas. (She With No Name) x
You nosey sod.
We are on the same number if you must know.
And I can see you day-dreaming
about hunky.
Gonna end this little note now else Miss will have a
spazattack again.
Your most amazing pal,
Gee x