Blablahblah. The sub in front of the room droaned on about the work the class had been left by their regular french teacher. Passe simple. Been there, done that. Caolan leaned back in her chair and tapped her pen as she rest of the class took out their workbooks. Caolan could do it later. (Much, much later.) Deciding she ought to have something to do, she took out a sketchbook and began to draw a picture of the substitute, with an over-exaggerated big nose and ears, complete with huge glasses.

"It looks just like him." Caolan whispered to herself, suppressing a giggle.