"It's just -" Now,tipping her head toone side, she lookedhim very closely inthe eye. "It's just - "Kristy shook herhead, sighing.It was a dispiritedBill Simpson whotrailed down theschool drive,dragging his feet.Bill stopped anddoubled over,grimacing andclutching hisstomach as thoughhe was in the grip ofa fierce spasm ofpain.Then, as the blowsrained down on eitherside, everyone aroundfell silent.For this wasthe first really big fightever seen in theclassroom itself, and itwas shocking.Bill ignored everyone.He just sat there ,waiting for time to goby. Even a bad dreamcouldn't last forever. Historment had to endsome time, surely.He shut hiseyes, the betterto appreciatethe sound ofhands clappingand the cheers.Then opening them, hemet a cold and hostileglare from Astrid. Andone from Kristy. Andone from Talilah. Therewere three pairs ofwitch eyes, glowering athim balefully.Mrs Collins was enraged, too.No one had ever seen herlooking so angry. Her darkwet-break mood had turned sofierce she looked fit to kill. Hereyes were flashing, her nosehad gone pointy, and hermouth had shrunk to a lemon-sucking sliver.Free!Some of the letterswere so enormousthey looked likegiants herding thesmaller lettershaphazardly acrossthe page.A smile oftriumphspreadacross hisface.Peering back over hisshoulder like some spyfrom an old black andwhote film, he scuttledhastily into the GIRLS.When, two minutes later,he stuck his head backout through the swingdoors, the corridor wasstill empty.Mrs Collinsstared out ofthe window,shaking herhead in quietdisbelief.Kristy turned toBill. "Bad luck,then," shewhispered, andgrinned. Billwinked back.Bill Simpsonput his headin his handsand coveredhis eyes.Sighing with relief, Billstepped out. He tookhis time now, dawdlingalong towards theschool office, swingingthe key from his fingersand stopping to peer ateach painting on thewall."It's just -" Now,tipping her head toone side, she lookedhim very closely inthe eye. "It's just - "Kristy shook herhead, sighing.It was a dispiritedBill Simpson whotrailed down theschool drive,dragging his feet.Bill stopped anddoubled over,grimacing andclutching hisstomach as thoughhe was in the grip ofa fierce spasm ofpain.Then, as the blowsrained down on eitherside, everyone aroundfell silent.For this wasthe first really big fightever seen in theclassroom itself, and itwas shocking.Bill ignored everyone.He just sat there ,waiting for time to goby. Even a bad dreamcouldn't last forever. Historment had to endsome time, surely.He shut hiseyes, the betterto appreciatethe sound ofhands clappingand the cheers.Then opening them, hemet a cold and hostileglare from Astrid. Andone from Kristy. Andone from Talilah. Therewere three pairs ofwitch eyes, glowering athim balefully.Mrs Collins was enraged, too.No one had ever seen herlooking so angry. Her darkwet-break mood had turned sofierce she looked fit to kill. Hereyes were flashing, her nosehad gone pointy, and hermouth had shrunk to a lemon-sucking sliver.Free!Some of the letterswere so enormousthey looked likegiants herding thesmaller lettershaphazardly acrossthe page.A smile oftriumphspreadacross hisface.Peering back over hisshoulder like some spyfrom an old black andwhote film, he scuttledhastily into the GIRLS.When, two minutes later,he stuck his head backout through the swingdoors, the corridor wasstill empty.Mrs Collinsstared out ofthe window,shaking herhead in quietdisbelief.Kristy turned toBill. "Bad luck,then," shewhispered, andgrinned. Billwinked back.Bill Simpsonput his headin his handsand coveredhis eyes.Sighing with relief, Billstepped out. He tookhis time now, dawdlingalong towards theschool office, swingingthe key from his fingersand stopping to peer ateach painting on thewall.

Bill's New Frock Bingo 2 - Call List

(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.


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  1. "It's just -" Now, tipping her head to one side, she looked him very closely in the eye. "It's just - " Kristy shook her head, sighing.
  2. It was a dispirited Bill Simpson who trailed down the school drive, dragging his feet.
  3. Bill stopped and doubled over, grimacing and clutching his stomach as though he was in the grip of a fierce spasm of pain.
  4. Then, as the blows rained down on either side, everyone around fell silent.For this was the first really big fight ever seen in the classroom itself, and it was shocking.
  5. Bill ignored everyone. He just sat there , waiting for time to go by. Even a bad dream couldn't last forever. His torment had to end some time, surely.
  6. He shut his eyes, the better to appreciate the sound of hands clapping and the cheers.
  7. Then opening them, he met a cold and hostile glare from Astrid. And one from Kristy. And one from Talilah. There were three pairs of witch eyes, glowering at him balefully.
  8. Mrs Collins was enraged, too. No one had ever seen her looking so angry. Her dark wet-break mood had turned so fierce she looked fit to kill. Her eyes were flashing, her nose had gone pointy, and her mouth had shrunk to a lemon-sucking sliver.
  9. Free!
  10. Some of the letters were so enormous they looked like giants herding the smaller letters haphazardly across the page.
  11. A smile of triumph spread across his face.
  12. Peering back over his shoulder like some spy from an old black and whote film, he scuttled hastily into the GIRLS. When, two minutes later, he stuck his head back out through the swing doors, the corridor was still empty.
  13. Mrs Collins stared out of the window, shaking her head in quiet disbelief.
  14. Kristy turned to Bill. "Bad luck, then," she whispered, and grinned. Bill winked back.
  15. Bill Simpson put his head in his hands and covered his eyes.
  16. Sighing with relief, Bill stepped out. He took his time now, dawdling along towards the school office, swinging the key from his fingers and stopping to peer at each painting on the wall.