was dumb." said Russel, "Why am I telling you all this?!"

"I think you're being honest with me," said Mrs Adrienne, "And I'm very grateful. I wish there was a bit more honesty in this world!"

Gena flicked a drop across the room and hit Ryan, then she flicked another drop the other way. And for good measure she flicked a few more at random.

"Is there anyone else who needs help with their Math?" asked the teacher.

Quite a few hands went up.

"Gena keeps splashing us," complained a girl.

"I stole a muesli bar from the dairy this morning," said Ryan.

"I broke the glasshouse window," said Pete, "But I blamed the kid next door, so his Dad has to pay for the repairs."

"I took a whole packet of jelly crystals from the cupboard," said a girl, "And I took some money from Mum's purse."

Mrs Adrienne stood up, amazed.

"What's happening round here?" she said, "Is this confession time or something?"

"Tell Gena to stop splashing us!" complained the same girl as before.

"I nicked some of my Dad's deodorant this morning," said a boy.

"My uncle has marijuana growing in his garden!" said Curtis.

"My Mum has a bottle of whisky hidden in her kitchen cupboard," said Helen.

"I pick my nose!" said the class prefect.

"I suck my thumb!" said her sister.

"My Dad doesn't pay his tax," said Bryan, "He takes cash and doesn't declare it."

And then the bell went.

"What a peculiar class!" said Mrs Adriemie, as everyone charged out the door. Gena and I were fit to bust. It had been the funniest Math class ever!