Justice is not blind. She texts with fake nails on.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a teenage girl in possession of a mobile phone, fake orange nails with tan to match, chewing gum and bad attitude must be in want of a sense of injustice.

I find it the hardest nut to crack: a chavette on the warpath.

Me: Time for you to do your coursework. You have to learn your draft off by heart.

Her: I can't be bothered. I'm too cold, Sir open the blinds!

Me: Just learn your coursework - you have half an hour to learn a paragraph off by heart and you will be finished.

Her: Ugh, Sir, you're so moody today. I'm too hot. Someone shut the blinds!

Me: You're in my lesson so you must do some work. What you write today will affect your final grade.

Her: I'm not going to do work if you're so moody. Just cos you got vexed at your last class it's not fair that you take it out on us!

"It's not fair." That easily tripped 'fairness'-alarm. As easily tripped as the fire alarms which seem to get tripped when it's most convenient for a student that they are tripped and least convenient for a teacher. Tripped. It's a powerful retort that seems especially popular among the girls. In their warped minds, they immediately feel wronged, and therefore in the right, and no amount of reasoning/shouting/bribing/ignoring/cajoling etc. can bring them round to just getting on with whatever it is you've got planned in their best interest.

"Could you please go and get some paper, Billy?"

"That's not fair! How comes you always choose Billy!?"

"Could you please go and get some paper, Stacy?"

"That's not fair! How comes you always pick on me!?"