Assembly

Sandry and Robyn headed down the corridor towards the main hall, finding their tutor group and joining the rest of the students.

"Robyn, what are you wearing?" their tutor, Ms Alexander, asked.

"Split my pants, Miss." Robyn shrugged, "This is all I could wear."

"Again?" Ms Alexander replied, "I thought after your incident during your presentation last month you'd keep a spare pair in your locker."

"I probably should, Miss."

The students sat in rows of benches in the hall, and once the large room was full the headmistress took to the stage in front of them.

"Good morning, St Judes."

"Good morning, Miss Beauchamp." five hundred voices replied in unison.

"As we're coming to the end of the school year I like to reward those boys and girls in their final year who have done something worthy of recognition, before they leave us for university. Last week we had Mark Close, who has captained our rugby team to a very successful year, and the week before it was Jasmine Harris, who led the cheerleading squad to raise over a thousand pounds with a charity bake sale. This week is someone quite different, rather than extracurricular activities we have a girl who has been very much curricular, with a near-perfect attendance, far higher than the rest of the year. Sandry Smith."

Amidst lacklustre applause, Sandry rose from the bench, shuffled out to the aisle and made her way to the front. Miss Beauchamp was on a raised stage, so Sandry lifted one foot up to join her up there.

RIP!

The lacklustre applause turned into enthusiastic laughter.