Frank “Hey, Bark — you gonna get the stick?” I glared resentfully at fair-haired older boy approaching to torment me. “What makes you ask that?” I whispered, glancing around to make sure others wouldn’t overhear. James grinned saucily and spoke loudly. “Heard you got your third demerit in a week — third one’s the charm, boy. Always an automatic trip to the HM, bent across his desk, six-of-the-best.” I struggled vainly for dignity but I could feel my cheeks steaming. My prepared defensive response vanished from my mind at the terrifying image James painted. “S-s-six?” I mumbled, trembling despite my resolve to act brave before my mates.

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