Pip did NOT want to go to maths. His teacher was mean for no reason, none of his class liked him, and he generally didn't like mathematics.
So there he was, skipping in the student toilets next to a room full of kids sent to "reflection", which was really just using work booklets instead of whatever your lesson actually was.
It was Pip's first time skipping, and he didn't know what to do. He felt a little anxious, even scared that a teacher might find him and send him to reflection; but he would rather do that then go to lesson.
So he waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
At one point he pulled out a neatly folded up piece of empty paper and pulled out a pen, using the wall of the stall he was in to begin to draw as a pass-time. He had no idea what time it actually was, but he guessed it would've been around 45 minutes. Only 15 minutes left if he was correct!
Then, the bell rang, so he could go out to lunch. Hooray!!
Maybe skipping wasn't so bad after all.