Alfie Wickers believed that success in education did not come from a textbook but instead he thought that the right teacher could connect with a class in a way that nothing else could. This meant that he tried to be not only a teacher to the students but also a friend to them.
The students did appreciate him but they also saw his lax attitude and took advantage, the class seemed to did nothing but mock him and slack off and Chantelle took every opportunity to flirt with him. This was the average day of form K at Abbey Grove,
This led to some unfortunate circumstances.
For many people Monday was the worst days of the week but this did not apply to Alfie Wickers. Every Monday Alfie woke up with a smile on his face thinking about the brilliant week in front of him. He was the teacher of form K. They were not just his students but also his friends, seemingly his only friends due to his social awkwardness around other people his own age. He rose from his bed, prepared himself for the day, asked his dad for a lift and arrived at the school ready to teach with fun.
He walked into the classroom and banged his lower regions right into the corner of his desk. "Not the best start to the day" he thought to himself while Mitchell shouted " Sir isn't it already inside you ?" while Chantelle crouched at his side, " Sir I can do mouth to head resuscitation". " That won't be necessary" Alfie replied trying to mask the pain so as not to lose his job because Chantelle couldn't get enough of him.
He sat at his desk and spent a couple of minutes trying to regain his composure and lessen to pain to his testes and did the one thing he knew would distract the class, " Alright everyone time for some class wars" he shouted as the students rushed to separate their desks and create a clear space for the battle field. "Okay, it is the year 480 BC and the brave Spartan soldiers have created a blockade of 300 to fight the mighty Persian empire." " Obviously I will have to be Leonidas and you will all be the Persian bastards trying to claim Greece". The class fell into silence as while Mr. Wickers was known to swear every now and again it is always a shock to hear a teacher swear. " Ha, sir swore, what a knob" Mitchell shouted, breaking the silence, "Well at least I know who both my parents actually are and that I am not a bastard, unlike a certain someone" Alfie responded while looking straight at Mitchell who just leaned back in disbelief.
The class reenacted the battle in strange fashion as all the class just jumped on top of Alfie (except Rem Dogg for obvious reasons) because despite how history may have occurred in real life, form K either didn't know or didn't care because winning class wars was the most important thing to do. They stayed on top of him for a considerable amount of time and just as the class were starting to get off of him, the headmaster Mr. Fraser walked in. "And this is our esteemed history teacher Mr. Wickers" he said to a group of parents whose mouths were wide open at the sight of students getting off Mr. Wickers and the image of Chantelle refusing to dismount him " Who needs horse-riding when I can just ride you" she said, while jumping up and down on his stomach, not noticing the group of parents who had gathered around the door who gasped in both shock and terror while Fraser just kept his head in his hands trying to think of ways that he could get Alfie out of this mess.