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stuttered.
    “It’s not in the rules Violet,” Beatrice repeated again, “If it is not in the rules then you can’t do it. What do you think rules are for?!”
    Violet didn’t know what to say as she looked around at the disgusted faces. Suddenly Beatrice began to swing the rope once more.
    “It’s okay Violet,” she smiled as though nothing had happened, “maybe you should sit this round out to watch.”
    She did what she was told, found a spot a little back from the game and watched. The girls jumped like robots until the bell rang. Immediately everything stopped and the pupils filed back into their classrooms. Violet had never seen anything like it.
    This town definitely wasn’t perfect for children. Back inside she started filling out the rest of the strange questionnaire. Why would the school need to know her first pet’s name and if she visited her grandmother a lot. She was just writing that she didn’t have a grandmother when the pencil slipped from her hand onto the wooden floor. It was out of reach so she slipped off her seat in under the desk. As she stretched for the pencil she noticed something etched into the bottom of her desk.
    William Archer was here, full of life and nothing to fear. 1965
    She turned awkwardly in the small space and ran her fingers over the roughly scrawled words. It was that name again, William Archer. Weird that the Archers or her parents never mentioned William. He was definitely the coolest brother. Edward or George would never scratch their names into a desk, no one in the town would. No wonder William left. She crawled back out and took her seat. Just as she was about to start writing again, she sensed the silence and looked up. For the second time that day all eyes were on her.
    “You’ve decided to rejoin us I see,” Mrs. Moody smiled.
    “Oh I em... I dropped my pencil,” she said, holding it up.
    “And you didn’t think to ask permission?”
    “Oh I em...”
    Permission to pick up a pencil sounded silly.
    “Rules Violet,” the teacher snapped, “Beatrice told me about the skipping incident and now this. I’m afraid I will have to call your parents.”
    Her parents called for a skipping trick and a lost pencil!
    “But...I just...”
    “No buts Violet. You are on thin ice as it is my dear. Now class back to work.” Mrs. Moody smiled.
    Violet sat shocked for a while before resuming her questions. She had to get out of Perfect. Angrily she scribbled down the colour of her favourite pair of socks. William Archer must have gotten away and if he could do it she could too, parents or no parents.

CHAPTER 7
    IDDCS
     
    The following evening Violet was at the kitchen table doing her homework when her mother walked in.
    “I’ve been speaking to your teacher Violet,” she sighed, sitting down, “You’ve been acting up in class, she said you are not integrating with the other students...”
    She left the sentence hang for a moment. Violet tried to speak but her mother held up a hand.
    “They analysed your test results. I can’t believe I never saw it before. It’s my fault. I take full responsibility.”
    “What do you mean Mam? What test?”
    “Violet please, I know it’s just your condition talking but don’t answer back to your mother.”
    “Mam,” Violet pleaded, “If you are talking about that test yesterday it was the stupidest thing I have ever seen. They even asked me the colour of my favourite pair of socks. You would have laughed. It’s strange here Mam, I don’t like this place...”
    “Stop it Violet, I won’t hear another word said. You know colour can tell a lot about a person, especially the colour of their socks! Now Violet dear...” she continued.
    Her mother had never called her “dear” before. She sounded like Mrs. Moody.
    “You have a condition called IDDCS. It’s Irritable, Disfunctional, Disobedient Child Syndrome. I can’t believe I never picked up on it before. It has probably afflicted you all your life pet,” she