I was cold in class.
It’s so hard to figure out how to dress nowadays. The metro is unbearable if you have too many layers on.
So on this particular day I had left my warmer sweater at home and was cold. As soon as we had a break, I jumped up and grabbed my coat, which I had thankfully not left in the cloakroom.
In the middle of class, the grammar teacher stopped and looked at me.
“Are you cold? Why are you cold?”
I shrugged, burrowing deeper into my coat.
“I KNOW why you’re cold! You don’t eat meat! That’s it!” continue/-