The Day Our Teacher Went Mad and Other Naughty Stories for Good Boys and Girls Read Online Free PDF Page A

be good, lights out at ten and no talking after ten-thirty. Your father’s got Sunday bowls in the morning.’
    Ten-thirty! thought Jasmine. That’s when the party begins.
    Fluffer was the first. ‘Come with me,’ she whispered. She led the girls down the darkened hall, ever so gently opened the door to Jasmine’s parents’ room and quietly did one of the foulest smells imaginable.
    Then the girls waited.
    ‘Harry!’ they heard Jasmine’s mother gasp. ‘I do believe you’ve forgotten to go to the toilet.’
    Well, the girls thought their stomachs would burst. With their hands over their mouths, they scampered back to the bedroom and shrieked with laughter. And when they heard poor Jasmine’s father heading to the toilet, they fell about again.
    Next was Polly, who decided she just had to eat. The eight chocolate bars, five bags of chips and three cans of drink she’d brought to the party had gone nowhere.
    ‘What’s in the fridge?’ asked Polly.
    ‘Let’s have a look,’ replied Jasmine.
    So, again being as quiet as mice, they tiptoed to the kitchen.
    ‘Let me see,’ said Jasmine. ‘There’s my birthday cake for tomorrow.’
    ‘That’ll do for starters,’ said Polly. ‘But I feel like making something as well. Maybe a mixture of all my favourites.’
    Using a huge pot, Polly mixed jam, baked beans, lemonade, cheese, biscuits, chocolate, ice-cream and peanut butter.
    ‘Better not give any of this to you, Fluffer,’ said Polly. ‘You’ll blow us all up!’
    Next, Polly put the whole sticky mess into the microwave and set it on high. When the door almost blew off its hinges, Polly guessed it might be ready. And do you know what? She ate the lot. All by herself. Although not sharing with the others was never going to be a problem. It looked like a bowl of dog sick.
    Of course, all this fun was making Tanya very excited and her voice quickly grew louder and louder. ‘Hey, everybody!’ yelled Tanya. ‘What’s the difference between my brother’s pimples and orange juice? Nothing. They’re both squeezed fresh daily.’
    ‘Yuck!’ they all shouted.
    ‘And what about this one,’ yelled Tanya. ‘What’s got a huge bum and …’
    But Tanya had to stop there, because standing at the kitchen door, looking angry to the max, was Jasmine’s mother.
    ‘I have never been so disgusted, so disappointed in all my life,’ she barked. ‘I said good girls could stay, not common little street-types like you. You girls are never to come to this house again. Do you hear? Never. I refuse to let my daughter get dragged down by good-for-nothing muck. Now, get out of my sight. You’re all going home — if you’ve got homes to go to — first thing in the morning.’
    Jasmine was so embarrassed she cried. Yes, they had been naughty. Very naughty. But there was no need for her mum to be so cruel to her friends. Jasmine hated it when her mother spoke like that. About people being ‘common’ and ‘street-types’. As if some people are actually better than others. Born better.
    It’s just so stupid, thought Jasmine. If I’d popped out of some African lady’s tummy or a Scottish lady or poor lady or rich lady, would it mean I’m suddenly any better or worse? More or less lovable? More or less human? Of course not.
    Sometimes she wished their family would become really poor to bring her mum down a peg or two.
    ‘Don’t worry,’ the girls said to Jasmine. ‘We know we’re not good-for-nothings. Naughty, yes, but not muck.’
    ‘My dad says people who think like that miss out,’ said Tanya. ‘They think only about a tenth of the people in the world are good enough for them. But there are nice people everywhere. What a waste!’
    Well, the girls certainly didn’t have much of a party after that. Nor did they sleep. They just lay there and felt sort of sick about the whole thing.
    Except for Margaret. She was lying there thinking about Jasmine’s mother. Suddenly she remembered Jasmine once laughing