. 8 Nobody in our class had deodorant with them at school. Nobody! We raced to the loos – we had just a few moments before first lesson to try and banish our stench. ‘Quick! Quick! Who’s got deodorant?’ yelled Chloe at the gang of girls milling about by the loos. Daisy ‘Pooch’ Archer and Emily ‘Titch’ Langham were using the drinking fountain. They looked startled. ‘Perfume? Anything!’ demanded Chloe. ‘I’ve got some scent,’ said Pooch doubtfully, rummaging in her bag. She has long wavy hanks of chestnut hair hanging down on either side of her face which makes her look slightly like a spaniel. ‘Quick! Quick!’ shouted Chloe, ripping off her blazer and undoing her shirt. ‘Just a quick squirt! I’ll pay you!’ Pooch held out the spray. It was a cheap one I’d rejected last year because though it did have a cheerful citrus twang, it also came with a tea-tree overload, a bit too close to the smell of loo cleaner.
