Monday, March 09, 2009
Lucy sat at the table in Mrs. Trubshaw’s classroom, furiously colouring a picture using the new wax crayons supplied by the Laverstone Arms Bowling Team (as it said in reception). Mrs. Trubshaw squatted next to the little dark-haired girl. “There’ll be no playtime left if you don’t go out soon, Lucy,” she said. “Will you not leave your picture until tomorrow?”
Lucy shook her head, concentrating on colouring in the trees.
Mrs. Trubshaw frowned. “What’s your drawing, of, dear? A picnic?”
Lucy shook her head again. “Goblin Reaver,” she said. “He thinks I can’t see him watching, but I can.”