With thanks to my friends April, Becca, Hollie, Hazel, Krystel, Laura and Sammy. Its not very good, but I have a very unique story forming in my head... just you wait and see :D xx
It was just a normal, boring Tuesday afternoon in French class.
As usual, April was pacing the classroom, unable to contain her need to walk, a rare disease, which has yet to be solved. Laura, evidently not wanting to pass her GCSE's was sitting at the back with Sammy; painting their nails and eating wedges. Where they got the wedges was beyond the teacher's- Miss Krystel- knowledge but to be quite frank- she just didn't give a damn.
Hazel and Orit were late, YET again from band practise and Laura was once again getting suspicious. "I trust her Sam, I really do, but how long does it take to play a couple songs? I trust Hazel with all my heart, to be honest its Orit I don't trust- she's such a fiancé stealer. Sammy, feeling it was her job; tried to comfort her. "Come on Lozza, you know Hazel would never cheat on you! Plus they're only practising loads for the wedding- you know that." No more could be said on the subject, plus Laura's face was too full of wedges to reply just then.
Whilst Miss Krystel dragged on about La Rochelle, and asked Becca (who was clearly tweeting under the table), how to get to the swimming pool in French- Orit and Hazel ran in, out of breath holding sheets of music and Orit, a guitar.
"And where, dare I ask, have you two been? This is getting beyond a joke!" Tutted Miss Krystel.
"Well miss... erm… we were just… ermm" stuttered Orit.
"We was out gettin a chippy miss! We was 'ungry after all that band practise, we wouldn't wanna be 'ungry for French now would we Dorito?" Interrupted Hazel rudely.
"erm yeah, I guess not." Replied Orit uncertainly.
"Well, don't be late again! Otherwise its detention and I don't care how hungry you are- now sit down and be quiet!" Said Miss Krystel, quite flustered at this point, and frustrated that no one took her beautiful language as serious as she did.
*ding ding ding ding ding*
MUSIC CLASS
"Okay class. I'm just going to take the register and then we can begin today's lesson."
"April?"
"Here"
"Rebbeca?"
"Its Becca miss."
"Hazel?"
"Aye"
"Laura?"
"Here miss"
"Orit?"
"Yeah"
"Sammy?"
…
"Sammy? Has anyone seen Sammy today?"
"Yes miss" Replied the class synchronized
"And where is she?" asked Miss Coppin, getting impatient.
"HERE MISS! Sorry I was playing a keyboard with the earphones in. I'm well good, me."
"Okay okay, everyone settle down. We won't be using the instruments today. Instead I thought I would teach you all about a very famous, very interesting person, I think it will be quite fun!"
The students groaned. Music was the one class for them to be able to express themselves and not have to actually learn. Not that they listened in any other class anyway. They sat and prayed for a miracle.
"His name was Mozart. Well actually his name was Wolfgang: Wolfgang Mozart."
"Wolfgang!? That's hilarious! 'Wolfgang come downstairs, your tea's ready!'" Laughed Becca.
"Make fun all you want but-"
Miss Coppin was interrupted by the sound of the fire alarm going off. *BEEP BEEP BEEP NAAA BEEP BEEP BEEP NAAA BEEP BEEP BEEP NAAA*
The students screamed and ran out of the classroom, -apart from April who walked- towards the car park which is where they were supposed to go in case of a fire.