Ms Grimm stands in front of my bed, holding my defaced LOSERS’ routine between her thumb and forefinger as if it might carry something contagious. Uh-oh. The other girls flee the dorm to begin morning exercises. “It’s my, um, routine sheet.” “Your ‘um routine sheet’?” I nod, my body tense. “Think you’re a comedian, Hawkins?” Ms Grimm asks. I hate questions with no good answers. “Not sure.” “You think this is funny?” Ms Grimm reads from the sheet in a voice that would kill any joke. “‘Run up and down stairs five times because exercise enhances brain function by increasing blood flow to the brain . . . if it doesn’t kill you first.’ Is that funny?” “No.” Not any more. “Sorry.” “You will be. If you don’t want to run up and down the stairs five times, let’s see how you feel about doing it twenty times.”
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