barefootliam

Nothing sexual in this story about children, so if you are looking for adult fiction, look elsewhere! There’s some tickling though. * Chapter One Alison thrust her arms down straight and grasped the hem of her frock. She stamped her foot. “I’m nearly ten years old and I won’t be spoken to like that, Miss Veronica!” Veronica, the child who was being addressed, was unmoved. “In future, Miss Alison, you remember you are a Cowslip Girl, and you eat lunch with other Cowslip girls, and you don’t ever talk to Buttercup girls, and you don’t ever even think of talking to boys.” She made the word boys sound like the worst insult possible: they were, in Veronica’s mind, creatures to be despised. Certainly they were creatures to be teased and humiliated. And no Cowslip girl would ever want to be associated with them. Alison knew when she had lost a battle. What she didn’t know was that she had lost a war. But right then she did what she needed to do to survive in Bleakstone Primary School