"Good morning Sir"we all responded. Well apart from a little fashionista girl at the back who Mr. Freddy wasted no time in pointing out. "You, stand up"He said pointing a fat finger at the culprit. I watched as she feigned ignorance, turning her head this way and that. "I have warned you all severally" Mr. Freddy began, making his way to the back "if my mode of dressing is not appreciated the least you can do is to keep shut! He stopped right at the girls table staring daggers at her. Low sounds of laughter rang through the entire class. "And keep quite you all"he bellowed at the class. He turned back to the culprit "And what do you have to say you little cunt!". Mr. Freddy had been known for using foul words in class, so it wasn't an entirely new thing for us. "I-m so-r-ry Sir" Claire stuttered, almost at the verge of crying. Her face had turned bright red in embarrassment. Everyone knew that being Mr. Freddy's scape goat on the first day of the week wasn't an entirely good option.
