Two hours ago, when I walked into this school for the first time, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and, apart from a knot in my guts the size of Tasmania, life was great.
Now here I am, locked in the stationery cupboard.
Is it because she's just stuffed a grog into Darryn Peck's mouth?
Or is it because of her Dad?
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