Me and Chez sitting next to me shared a look. Once we started we knew the whole class would get in on the act. The calendar in everyone’s homework diary said it was April 1st, and we were going to push Ms Adams into a nervous breakdown. We all knew what she hated most: bees.

I started. Bzzzzzzzz… My pitch went high and low as I imitated its imaginary circuit around the room. Adams looked around, but I kept my lips still as she stared at us, a sweat already forming on her brow.

I looked into Chez’s eyes and watched as the sound travelled from my lips to his. Bzzzzzzz… Adams began to swat at the air in a panic as the kids at the back saw the buzzing pass on to Laura and tensed in apprehension.

Slowly the sound travelled to the front of the room, then David at the back started another bee flying around.

Adams let out a screech and ran from the room, as the whole class burst into laughter, as she remained convinced that April Fools-the day the witch cursed her-would bring bees every year.