Millie waited for her father at the back of the class.
‘That’s all. 500 words by Tuesday, okay?’
Millie wondered why they all groaned. Were they hungry like her?
As the class filed out, she eased forward to her father’s desk. He looked up. ‘Hi, kiddo. I just need my bag. You okay to do a drawing?’
Millie nodded. This was the best bit. Her stomach rumbled.
‘Hungry? Won’t be long. Here,’ he pressed a stick of chalk in her hand as he hurried out.
She’d done this before, drawn pictures on his special wall. Last time it was Mr Dandy, the stick man. He was nice. She scratched him and his hat and then a cow and a glass. Finally she drew the door and waited.
When her father reappeared, he smiled. That man again. Distracted, he wondered why she only drew him on this blackboard, and didn’t see Millie as she wiped away the little milk moustache.