(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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Free!
Some of the letters were so enormous they looked like giants herding the smaller letters haphazardly across the page.
"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.
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.
Mrs Collins stared out of the window, shaking her head in quiet disbelief.
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.
It was a dispirited Bill Simpson who trailed down the school drive, dragging his feet.
He shut his eyes, the better to appreciate the sound of hands clapping and the cheers.
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.
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.
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.
Bill Simpson put his head in his hands and covered his eyes.
Bill stopped and doubled over, grimacing and clutching his stomach as though he was in the grip of a fierce spasm of pain.
A smile of triumph spread across his face.
Kristy turned to Bill. "Bad luck, then," she whispered, and grinned. Bill winked back.
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.
