The Kissing Booth
Estella fixed her sign- ‘Kisses a pound’- and looked admiringly at her fundraiser. She’d no time for car washing, or sponsored silences; honestly, who can be silent at 15?
She waited as the boys queued. Yuk! Thomas! She hadn’t reckoned on kissing mingers! She closed her eyes, and her mouth, and concentrated on the chink of pound coins. She rated the kissers to pass the time: six out of ten was the best so far. She was dreading Thomas, minus five for sure. Another six there; and…wow, nine and a half that one! She lingered, and opened her eyes: THOMAS!