ABSTRACT
86Come with me, into the playground. We just need to watch for a while. How many pupils are there here? Oh, OK — two hundred and eleven. Look at them all, the same blue cardigans and jumpers. Grey skirts and trousers. It’s hard to pick one from another. They look happy. It’s a happy school. But no … look over there … that girl just took that boy’s lunchbox. The boy with red curly hair. She’s playing with it, throwing it to her friends, those girls in the blue tops and the grey … well, never mind. The girl’s got a pony-tail. The boy looks as though he might cry. What a thug that girl must be. What a bully.
