They were stinging from the offensive sight that was before them. White, orange, horror. I put my hand over them to mask the reality of the abuse that was awaiting all students’ eyes. It didn’t help. I searched around wildly for Roman. He had arrived before me this morning and eyed me off when I came, but now he was nowhere to be seen, and I panicked. It was just me and the Blonde Brigade, who had rocked up early to the carnival by car instead of riding with the rest of the herded cattle. Let me clear one thing up; my blindness wasn’t purely because of their early presence, it was more their attire that disturbed me. Skye was at the front of the group of five. She was wearing white, see-through, triangle bikinis, a few sizes small and too revealing for a school function. I dreaded to think what they would look like when she got out of the water. The famous five were covered in orange blotchy fake tan, almost as bad as a case of eczema.
