7. Chapter 7
Anya was still poorly today, so at break time, I sat on the empty wall by myself. In no time at all, the 3 girls paid me another visit. “Hello Harriet Hippo, I… I mean Harriet,” said one of them. This one was holding a bright red bouquet of flowers. “We are all truly sorry about what we said to you yesterday. Please, accept these flowers as a gift, you know, to say sorry.” Before I could grasp the flowers between both hands, they were shoved into my face by the Rough-and-Tough girls.
“Whoops! I’m sorry! I accidently slipped!” said one of the girls. They sauntered away, sniggering to their selves. That would have been bad on its own, but the fact that I have an incredibly bad bout of hay fever made it about ten times worse. Ahh... Ahh... ACHOO!