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transformed especially for the party, and it was now festooned with mistletoe, balloons, and colorful disco lights. The room reeked of sandalwood, ginseng, and other assorted cheap aftershave’s and perfume’s. Not one boy in the room had the remotest sign of facial hair, but aftershave was a sign of their masculinity and therefore essential.
    Sipping fruit punch from cheap white plastic cups, no one seemed to notice when the two girls made their entrance. Perhaps that was just as well as Yvette Sparnon was standing only yards away, surrounded by her usual selection of hangers-on. If she noticed them she’d be sure to make some sarcastic comment which would ruin their evening before it had even begun.
    The middle aged Mr. Kenneth Keddy and his much younger mini skirted fiancée Miss Mandy Aitken had volunteered to act as the DJ’s for the evening. Most of the time the teachers were forced to rely on the boos and cheers, to signify the audiences feedback on their music choices. However, the intermittent feedback from the microphone forced both of the amateur DJ’s to compete with the ear-piercing racket, which was coming from the large wooden speakers. The very eager Mr. Keddy and his fiancée took turns to impress the kids with their knowledge of music and witty banter, and were soon totally absorbed in their new roles. While most of the room seemed to react to the sound in the same way they did when a teacher used new chalk on the blackboard, Kenneth and Mandy were completely oblivious. Perhaps they were just full of Christmas spirit as they sipped on their fruit punch and entertained their audience?
    Elaine nudged Judy, while at the same time she pointed with her eyes to the other side of the room.
    “Look who’s here,” she beamed.
    Standing there legs apart, hands in pockets, were the terrible twins. Attempting to look as masculine as possible, the two boys were obviously trying to live down their latest stunt from the week before.
    Last Wednesday’s stunt would be etched in the memories of everyone for a long time to come, especially the headmaster’s. As the daily protests for girls to wear trousers had reached its peak, it had been pre arranged that every girl in the school would show up that day wearing trousers. It had to work; after all the teachers couldn’t send every single girl school home, could they? Anyway, Kevin and Ian had got wind of the protest and decided to add their own inimitable magic to the event. The entire female population, minus the teachers of course, presented themselves in the school assembly hall wearing trousers. Mr. Asquith, the headmaster, looked up from his hymn book, his face instantly turning a delicate shade of puce. Before he could pick his jaw up from the floor, the sea of girls gradually parted in the middle; first from the back moving gradually to the front. It wasn’t Moses that had parted the waves, it was Kevin and Ian. Wearing pleated navy skirts which they had borrowed from Kevin’s sister, Kim, they strutted to the front of the hall. Course dark leg hair protruded from their black school socks, as they walked ungracefully to the front of the throng.
    “If they get to wear trousers, then I demand to wear a skirt, Sir,” Kevin shouted above the booming hysterical sound of laughter.
    “Me too, Sir,” echoed Ian.
    “Get out, get out,” screamed the furious headmaster; nostrils quivering fiercely, steam bursting from his ears.
    It was the final meltdown. As the teachers rushed around like ants, ushering the exuberant pupils from the room, Ian and Kevin were each taken undignifiedly by the ear to the headmaster’s office. They were immediately sent home and had only been allowed back into school for this final day of term; and the school Christmas disco.
    The school Christmas disco might have been Kevin and Ian’s opportunity to make amends; but somehow Elaine knew as soon as she spotted the troublesome duo that they were incapable of just being ordinary, and