Extract from Bridget's Diary

I was woken by my mum shouting frustratedly "Get up! You don't want to be late for school." I crawled out of bed, dragged on my clothes and grabbed the buckets to milk the cows.

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The deafening sound of the bell gave me the signal to line up. We jostled into the line, stood up straight and marched into the class. The ink-smudged desks were joined together. On my left a fire was blowing in my face. To my right the boys were listening to the teacher. A troublesome boy got yelled at and got strapped. Miss Black gave me deaf ears for a minute with her threatening voice shouting.