“Water in clear bottles with labels torn off,” said Mrs Invigilator, strutting up and down our lines of desks waiting to start Maths Paper One. “No, Phoebe. That’s orange juice, not water. Water is colourless.”
The other girls sniggered. I forced a smile. I know I’m not cool like them.
Mrs Invigilator didn’t say anything about the label-less plastic bottle of transparent liquid I took into Maths Paper Two. Vodka’s colourless. Vodka’s odourless. I giggled over calculus. I fell off my chair. But I got my grades for Cambridge.
Trouble is, I’ve had to leave. Addiction issues, said the college doctor.