My name is Vaselinetjie. Anoeschka von Meck

Vaseline that Pizzaface’s cousin was also her boyfriend, but surely that couldn’t be true. Yuck!

      Vaseline looked round anxiously for Puck. There was no one in the passage she could trust. She raced past the secretary to Mr Hefner’s office. But his door was closed.

      Before Vaseline could reach the offices of the social workers, she heard the faint thumps that she knew so well by now. Though she was expecting the worst, her stomach still heaved when she turned the corner.

      Tara’s sidekicks had cornered Pizzaface at the phone booth in the passage. While they held her, Tara was laying into her with her fists. Pizzaface gasped, groaning. With all her strength Tara brought her knee up between Pizzaface’s legs. Denise Toolo’s hand was covering Pizzaface’s face and mouth so that all she could get out was a hoarse cry for help. Tufts of orange hair lay scattered on the floor.

      As Vaseline felt her blood boil over her brain, her fear of the older girls evaporated.

      “Stop! Stop it!” she yelled and jumped on Tara from behind. She grabbed her by the hair and the head girl staggered into the phone booth.

      Vaseline no longer knew what she was doing, only that if she stopped now, they’d be washing her blood from the walls. She felt her hands around Tara’s throat, but she wasn’t trying to strangle her. Instead, her fingers dug into the soft flesh in an attempt to rip out her windpipe.