“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.
I love the irony of this story
It is very cleverly written and funny. It perhaps smacks of the truth? I enjoyed reading it.
Smacking of the truth? I couldn’t possibly comment.
i really like morality tales where a lie has consequences. Nice touch at the end, and leaving the possibility open for the protagonist to make choices in the future.
Great description. I long to know how the character changed and what she did to evoke change.
The character learned that you can fool everyone and be pleased with yourself but still miss the point.
Love it.