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might work. Why couldn’t it work? It doesn’t matter if she is Muslim and I am half-Jewish: if we had babies, our babies would be half-Muslim/quarter-Jewish with beautiful mouths and they would be the start of a new world where there is peace between religions—
    BRNNNNNNNNGGGGG goes the bell from far away.
    —or they would wind up being hated by both sides. Kind of a risk we’d have to take I guess.
    ‘Good work, Team Unity!’ Boniqa’s come back from the assembly hall with her garden-grabber, snap-snapping it in the air. ‘Okay, let’s get our equipment back to the maintenance shed, chop chop!’
    Lorraine hands Boniqa her scooper and broom and says ‘As team-leader, do you mind taking my scooper back? Thanks, Boniqa,’ then she walks off, just like that, very cool. Boniqa stands there with the scooper and broom, looking confused haha.
    ‘Yeah Boniqa,’ I say, giving her my full bin-liner, ‘this goes in the wheelie-bin. General garbage of course,’ then I walk off, following Lorraine and her nice arse until I catch up.

    ‘Hey, uhhhh, Lorraine, you going back to the office to get your bag?’
    She looks over: ‘Yeah. And are you going to walk around all day with that hanging out of your pants?’ I freak out but when I look down, I notice it’s just my belt hanging out because the pants-loop is broken. My belt-wiener is flapping round while I walk. I quickly tuck the belt into the next loop along. Come on, Zurb, say something smooooth to her.
    ‘Did you hear about the footy posts? They put bins up there.’
    ‘How’d they do that?’
    ‘Don’t know, didn’t see them do it.’ Going well, Zurb, nice.
    She walks fast; it’s hard to stay next to her. ‘Hey, I was thinking, uhhhhh, no pressure, but if you ever want to hang out sometime at recess or lunchtime, I’m the boss of the Students Combined Underground Movement and we hang out together on the bench beside the bin behind the canteen. Obviously we’ll be hanging out somewhere else today because our bench is covered in fish sauce but any time you want to just pop over and hang out with us, today or tomorrow or any day of the week – well, you’d be welcome. Not weekends obviously, but, yeah, you know.’
    ‘I’ll keep that in mind, Tom.’ She actually sounds kind of interested. I think she’s interested. Oh man, can’t wait to see the look on Jarrell’s face when Lorraine Harun shows up at SCUM and sits next to me and we start vommy-hanging-out with each other right in front of Jarrell’s face, that would get into Jarrell’s brain, that would be a great way to get back at her for what she’s doing to me.
    I say ‘EGG-shell-ent,’ which is a funny way to say excellent, and Lorraine smiles at me in her perfect-teeth way then she pushes me into a bush.

9:44 a.m.
Second period: I.T.
    ‘ I WILL NOT SAY IT AGAIN , GET INTO CLASS!! ’
    Haha, he keeps saying he will not say it again but he keeps saying it again. Poor Pooksy, all red-faced from yelling, but none of us are moving. Watch, he’s going to say he won’t say it again, again.
    ‘ THAT’S ENOUGH, GET INTO CLASS, I WILL NOTTTTTTTT SAY IT AGGGGGGAIN!!!!!!’
    Pooks can lose it as much as he likes but there’s no way any of us is going to go into class, this is too entertaining out here. It’s all going off outside I.T. Hub.
    Two Year 12ers are down the end of E Block corridor and they are wearing sumo suits, like big fat sumo body-suits with big fat sumo-stomachs and big fat sumo-arms and big sumo-nappies on their bums and with black wig helmets over their heads so you can’t see who they are – they are dancing a stupid sumo dance for us and we are laughing our heads off.

    But we are not just laughing at them, we are laughing more at the pig. They have brought a pig to school, a real pig, like the kind you find on a farm or somewhere. It’s a baby one and they have dressed it in a little sumo-nappy like the kind the sumo-guys are wearing, hahahahaha.
    Classic, a real