C49 Tired of crying

Amelia Forbes

"Forbes!" The shout from Mrs Sandra jolted me from my distracted stance. I looked up to see her watching me, hands planted on her hips.

Oh no. I knew there was a quiz going on, but I'd somehow lost focus in the middle of it.

Slowly, I stood to my feet.

"Is there something interesting going on outside?" Mrs Sandra asked, the annoyed look still visible on her face