‘Can someone tell me what state Washington is in?’ the teacher asked.
Billy instantly put his hand up, he knew the answer to this one. He reached his arm as tall as the empire state building and waved it in the air. When child, after child was chosen before him, he starting the squeaking noises.
The teacher, her hair in a strict bun, said his name. ‘Yes, Billy, can you tell me what state Washington is in?’
With as much authority as he could muster, he puffed his chest out like his dad on a night out. ‘It’s in a terrible state, that’s what it is. The unemployment is high, there are so many people using food banks and my dad says that the president . . .’
‘Okay, Billy, do you think you’re being funny?’
‘No, I’m not miss. I mean have you not watched the news, or read all the information on the internet. Everything is going to . . .’
‘Let’s leave it there shall we.’