It was a frosty, bitter morning and Henry was late because Mum's car wouldn't start. As he raced up to the front gates, his heart began to pound... would he get in trouble?
Starting to panic, he paced down the empty corridors lined with children's coats and lunch bags. The vibrant, detailed displays failed to grab his attention as he skipped over lost bags and PE kits. The stink of burned toast from breakfast club filled his hungry nostrils (he hadn't had time for his usual cereal this morning).
As Henry entered his classroom, he was greeted by the sight of an angry Miss Battle-Axe and his classmates staring at the glowing whiteboard. The pop of pen lids, the whizz-buzz of the projector and the excited whoops of children answering questions didn't manage to stop Miss Battle-Axe noticing his arrival.
"Henry! You're late!"
HORRID HENRY'S DIARY DISASTER