NIT BOY by Tristan Bancks
Chapter One: THE NIT LINE
All eyes were on Lewis Snow. He was next in line. The nit line.
Ms Herrick, the deputy principal, was a cold woman with short, grey hair as thick as steel wool and a beak of a nose. She was poking through the hair of suspected nit-carriers with a razor-sharp lead pencil. She did this every Monday morning under the fig tree in the middle of the playground. If you had nits you were going home.
Everyone knew that Lewis Snow was going home . . . again. Lewis had wild blond hair and he told everyone that his hair had never been cut. Like, ever.
‘Fine,’ Ms Herrick said to the kid in front of Lewis. She tried to smile but she was so out of practice, her mouth twisted into a sneer.
‘Next!’ she barked.