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Morning!
Oh, you're very chipper, considering.
Yeah, well it feel good to know you're doing the right thing, doesn't it?
Proud to be a thief now are you?
No. I'm proud of myself for owning up and accepting my punishment.
Well, correct me if I'm wrong but, isn't pride one of the seven deadly sins?
Hmmm, maybe proud is the wrong word.
I feel better.
I feel like I'me getting a second chance to wipe away all the bad things in my past.
No, I'm...I'm proud of you. I really am.
- But? - No 'but's'.
There's always a 'but'.
But, did you really have to go and tell the whole world you were a thief?
- Yeah, I did. - Well what will they think?
Of me or of you?
I'm not thinking about me.
Well, they'll keep their hands on their purses for a bit while I'm around.
But that's my fault, isn't it?
I'm going to have to earn people's trust back.
It's not meant to be easy.
- You know what? - What?
I will never nick anything from a shop again. See you later!
Sounds good to me.
Do you know what they'll think?
They'll think if we brought her up properly,
she wouldn't be nicking from shops in the first place.
Well, make sure you ring that mop out properly before you start work on the floor.
Oh, and don't go too near the edges. You'll splash the skirting.
Yes, Sir!
Are you mocking me?
No. Sorry, I thought it was just funny.
- Funny? - Yeah.
Have you forgotten why you're here?
No, sorry.
Sophie? What are you doing?
I'm cleaning the floor.
But it's already clean.
The floor can never be too clean.
Haven't you a funeral to go to?
I'm surrounded by flippancy!
I've got a teenage thief making jokes
and now you adopt a cavalier attitude to the solemn passing of a dear friends mother!
I'm sorry. How is Mary?
She's devastated.
Devastated?
She's carrying a lot of pain inside.
Well, give her my best thoughts and my deepest condolences.
- I shall see you two later. - Yes, bye!
Bye!
Ey, would you like a drink and a biscuit?
I'd best carry on cleaning the floor.
Oh, it's alright! Mr Mackay is gone. I'm nore Mr Barrowclough.
I don't know what you're talking about.
What? You don't like Porridge?
Porridge?
You're so jammy you.
Yeah, well, I still have to work.
In fact, I have to do more work because I have stuff to do during the day,
and then I get more stuff to do when Fiz gets home from work.
Yeah well, at least you don't have to wear a school uniform.
True.
And you don't have to get up early for the bus.
True.
And you don't have to eat them school dinners.
True.
So, do you think Fiz will mind home educating me at the same time?
Well I could ask her but, don't you need to go to school to keep an eye on Ben?
Why would I need to keep an eye on Ben?
In case Julie Wilkinson gets her claws in him.
How do you know about that?
I get text updates on school gossip from Andrew, so I don't fall behind.
Really?
That's brilliant! Well you're definitely alright then aren't you?
Ah, hello.
Fiz asked me to pop over and give you an hours introduction to the English civil War.
Of course, there is no way that one could possibly do justice
to such a vast subject in a mere hour.
But, there are no bells for the home scholar
so we can go on as long as we wish.
Sophie, would you care to join us?
Oh, no thanks Roy. I'm only on my lunch break.
I've got to get back to my punishment at the Kabin.
See you later, Ches!
How did she mean 'punishment'?