Wild Child Page #4

And, oh, Jack. He

was all-around sick.

- Christ.

- I mean sick body, sick mind.

- Sh*t. Kate.

Sorry, Drip. It looked

lighter on the box.

That is butters.

Better not stop me

pulling at the social.

Honey, eyebrows are the least

of your worries.

Lights out, girls.

Everyone into bed.

- Night, Matron.

- Night.

- Hey, switch that off.

No wireless.

Should have known.

Internet is only allowed

in the computer room.

Whoa. We are not allowed

out of bed after lights out.

- Oh, look. They're not out.

- Hey.

What are you doing?

- Come back.

- Get back into bed.

Dear Ruby, oh, my God.

Two weeks in this place...

and I'm going out of my mind.

These girls are

all ugly losers...

who think a mani-pedi...

is some kind of

Latin greeting.

Mmm.

Ew.

- Come on. Fire practice.

- Sh*t.

Remove yourselves

to the quad immediately.

Come on.

You know the drill,

for goodness sakes.

Come on, stop

being so slovenly.

Hurry up. Kiki.

Come on, girls. Hurry up.

What if there was a real fire?

We'll all be

burned to a crisp.

Hey, who's there?

Poppy.

- Last name?

- Moore. Poppy Moore, sir.

Well, Moore, Poppy Moore,

this is a fire practice.

- Sorry, I'm new here.

- Yes, that's obvious.

But weren't you listening

in physics class?

Fire tends to be hot,

and the point is to avoid it.

Okay. Where do I go?

Out the door,

turn left, and

down the stairs.

Run towards the bright orange

flickery thing. Right?

- Oh, and try not

to get caught.

Excellent point, sir.

Lovely, Harriet.

Ew.

Crack on, team. Lovely

stick work, Harriet.

Hi.

- Hello, Mr. Nellist.

- Hello, hello.

Well, super, super effort.

We may not win

the championships,

but we'll win a lot

of friends, yeah?

So bloody English.

Really. And you

could do better?

Laugh it up, but I could whip

all of your asses blindfolded.

This I'd love to see.

Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong.

Do your worst, horse face.

Foul. Body check. Body check.

Please.

- Perfectly legal.

Shouldn't you guys be

in bikinis for that?

Hi, Fredster. Dig the car.

- Hello, Moore. Poppy Moore.

- Hi.

Hey.

Bye.

Ooh, do you love Fredster?

- Do you want to kiss

Fredster on the lips?

Don't be so immature.

Don't try and hide it, honey.

We've got ourselves a SULA.

Sweaty Upper Lip Alert.

How on Earth did

Freddie know her name?

You may depart.

- But, I still have to

turn down your bed.

Get out.

I don't understand.

Freddie's got a crush on me.

Why was he looking at her?

He was looking at her...

so he didn't come across

as looking at you.

He needs to be careful.

He can't get caught.

Yeah, and if he looked

at you too much,

he wouldn't be able

to control himself.

Like, when I have to look

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