I’m Mandy. I used to make an effort. I used to put ribbons in my hair. They just sat round me and laughed. Now I don’t bother. I know no one will talk to me, whatever I do, so I’ve given up. What’s the point? If only I knew why….
Oops. Meant to sign as Miriam. I wish I could work out how to make that automatic.
this is great! I was just thinking about the term coventry which I first puzzled over in mallory towers books and then forgot about even when as I high school nasty I was sending unfortunates there ... where does it come from? why doesn't anyone use it anymore... I sense a google binge going on ...
Words were so powerful, even then. You could be whisked away from the mainstream of conspiratorial whispers, waves and curls by the tiniest of slip-ups. That faux-pax marked your path to cove-entry, the inward curve, the recess from acceptance. It was hard to fight against the flowing wall of silence.
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