Last time on the shadow club, me and the boys looked all around the school, but there were no shadows to be found.
Pouring.
Some kid knocked Larry over and I threw tomatoes at max.
But that was about all that happened.
Seriously, nothing interesting here.
Don't listen to the shadow club.
We just sit around talking.
Okay, fine.
Something else did happen.
I got.
I got.
Oh, God.
I can't say it without feeling sick.
I got a piece of creative writing homework.
Ugh.
I know, I know.
My life is over.
Not even seeing miss night, our english teacher shouting at a year seven stranger student could make me feel better.
Oh, poor Ricky Marshall.
Speaking of annoying things, Bethany wouldn't stop talking to us during football practice.