Do not even think about leaving!” she hissed, seemingly without even moving her lips.
‘Crikey, we’re in for it! All three of us,’ was instantly thought by all of us.
Defacing church property was one thing, getting caught red-handed was something else.
Ten minutes later, the service ended and most of the pupils left.
The nun watched us like a hawk and went to speak to our Miss B, who was shaking hands with Father M.
A few seconds later, both of them snapped their heads around to look directly at us.
Miss B looked like she was about to blow a fuse.
Father M looked angry and the nun was gesturing to imitate writing and a book.
Miss B beckoned to us and we slowly rose from the pew and slowly walked down towards the altar.
“What on earth were you three thinking? Sister C tells us you have defaced a hymn book with a stupid game of noughts and crosses.