I look at the register and sigh. I can see at once from the eager faces in front of me that Morag is late again. The children wait for me to explode – a daily sight of late. So I take a deep breath, count to ten and start reading out the names.
‘Aye’ and so on until I come to Helen. She is wriggling in her seat, hardly able to wait for her name to be called. She almost shouts over my question.
‘Aye miss. I’m here. But I’ve a note for ye from Ma Hamilton. Here y’are miss.’
A few minutes silence while I scan the scruffy piece of paper. How in Heaven’s name do I keep a straight face?
Please excuse Morag. She hasnae come because she hasnae went. I’ve gave her something tae mak her go. As soon as she’s been, she’ll come.
Yours and oblige,
http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/monday-morning-writing-prompt-back-to-school/ Victoria’s prompt is to write something about school – My contribution is a fictionalised version of a story told by my Scottish sister in law, who used to be an infant teacher. I hope the dialect is comprehensible.