I could hear Stradlaters footsteps coming down the corridor towards are room. I cant remember where I was sat exactly, I might have been at the window, or sat in one of the chairs, I swear I really cnt remember. Anyway as soon as he came in the cheeky moron read the composition that i'd written for
him and started moaning. He said id wrote it about the wrong goddam thing, I told him it was the only things I could
really describe. He still took the mick, so I took it off him and ripped it up. Stradlater hates me smoking in the room, so I had a cigarette on the bed. It drove him crazy if you broke any rules.
He wouldnt tell me anything about his date with Jane, it was driving me mad. We ended up having a bit of a fight. He hates being called a moron, so I called it him alot. He gave me a right g

ood old nose bleed for it though. When he saw my face and realised what he'd done, I guess he started to panic becuase he was telling me to go and wash my face and clear up, scared he might get into trouble or something.
I thought old Ackley might have heard us arguing, so I went through to see what he was doing.
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