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Elley Edwards
Chapter one: The science room.
It was a practical joke that had gone terribly wrong…
Jeremy gasped and clapped his hand over his mouth.
What have I done!?
Stephen was moaning, wiping his streaming, inky eyes.
“Get it out! Get it out! It’s burning!”
Jeremy was also covered in splotches of midnight blue ink.
“I’m sorry man, sorry! Shhh! I didn’t mean to…that wasn’t s’pose to happen!”
Mrs. Frahmien wheeled around from the whiteboard, her plump, red face instantly beaming with rage as she surveyed the scene.
“What have you boys done!? I cannot turn my back on you for one minute without something like THIS happening!”
Uh-oh. I’m totally in for it now. My life is over.
Jeremy slumped back into his chair.
Stephen’s wails and Mrs. Frahmien’s thunderous voice stunned the class. Everyone froze; mid-nose-pick, mid-spit ball, mid-pash (up the back).
All that was audible in the science room was Stephen’s groans of:
“It huuuuurts!”
Mrs. Frahmien boomed, in her military, matter-of-fact way,
“Sarah! Ebony! Escort Stephen to the sick bay immediately. He needs urgent attention!”
Her gaze scanned the room and flicked back to Jeremy who had recovered from his horrified apologies and was now stifling giggles.
‘The Fellas’ were imitating Stephen- led by Sam, his best mate since prep- ribbing him to get his attention. Stephen left the room with his hands over his eyes, letting out a faint sob.
“Alright everyone- pack up! The bell will ring in 2 minutes.”
The class sprang into action.
“I want all Bunsen burners, tripods, mats, etcetera returned and left exactly as you found them, or else you’ll all be in at lunch time!” Mrs. Frahmien roared over the bustling movement.
Jeremy tried to look inconspicuous as he hurriedly tidied up the bench where he and Stephen had worked.
He half-heartedly tried to mop up the exploded ink from the table with a smelly, soggy cloth he’d found in the sink up the front, but all it did was smear the mess and make it worse.
Jeremy piffed the stinky-and now stained- cloth across the room and it landed with a loud ‘SPLAT’ in the sink. Swishhhh!
The bell rang and everyone raced to the door, pushing, shoving, and jostling to get out in one massive blob of arms and heads.
Jeremy was in the middle of it and had just elbowed Sam to squeeze out in front, when Mrs. Frahmien called in a shrill tone,
“Mr. Batton! Where do you think you’re going?”
Jeremy stopped, his back still to her, facing freedom.
“Well, I was off to lunch…”
What does she think I’m doing, making cookies for the girl guides?
Luckily for Jeremy, he kept his mouth closed, turned slowly in the doorway and artfully plastered the standard ‘bored’ teenage expression all over himself.
Everyone had left the classroom and the hallway was now quiet as he stood there…waiting.
Mrs. Frahmien continued to pack up her things and wipe the whiteboard clean.
Am I meant to just stand here all day? C’mon! I’m starvin’ marvin’!
Of course, Mrs. Frahmien was deliberately taking her time, delaying the inevitable a little longer, hoping to see remorse of some sort on Jeremy’s face.
She glanced quickly and registered the impatient, bored glare; Mrs. Frahmien packed up a little slower.
Jeremy was itching for the sausage roll, which had his name on it, waiting for him at the canteen.
Mrs. Frahmien finally met Jeremy at the door, tub over-flowing with science and chemistry books. She shoved it in Jeremy’s direction.
“Take this!” she growled,
“Walk with me.”
This is not good.
Chapter two coming...
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Nice one elley! I like the scenario (any typical classroom really) and the sense of the characters is coming through, especially the humour you're giving them in their lines.
ReplyDeleteOne thing that I'd really bad at and am therefore conscious of, is including more description in things as you go. Adding a few more words and phrases every now and again to describe the person, the setting, the action etc, is something that could easily be slotted in and add a bit more to it.
Looking forward to chapter 2... :D