C16 Sixteen

My morning so far has consisted of homework, sounds fun I know. It's now twelve and I've done all of my work, a job well done if you ask me. I don't have to go over to Lincoln's until four so I've got some time to kill. So what better to do than read?

About half an hour later Hugo walks into my room. "Have you ever heard of knocking?" I ask, sarcastically as I turn the page