Somewhere, in a school far, far away, there was a girl called Maisey...
The girl's mind was constantly in the clouds. She could never concentrate, and always seemed to be doing something else. Her imagination took her to amazing places and everyday she thought to herself, what is the point of work?
When she was on the bus, she sat alone, and all she could think about was all the stories she could write that day, from tigers, to mysterious papercuts. Meanwhile, all the other children sat chatting away together.
And every day, by the time the school bus had schreeched to a hault infront of the school grounds, she had decided that she would write a thrilling tale about a terrifyingly steep cliff. Happy with herself, she set off to her first class: maths.
Maisey's teacer grew extremely suspicious of what she was doing during class time. So one day, she decided to put a stop to it. She decided to wait until all of the children had left for the day and then take a look at Maisey's writing book. Then she would be able to figure out ho to get her to concentrate. The next day, her plan was put into action.
After looking in her book, Maisey's teacher knew exactly how to make her focus in class. Now it was time to test...