Some of this is taken from next weeks episode. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this just small parts of Josh's story. Ideas welcome:)

'Josh you'll be fine, you've got all your equipment yeah' Tom Clarkson spoke clearly placing a clear pencil case in his sons hand and giving him an encouraging nod of approval.

'I don't know if I can... Do it' Josh mumbles grasping the case in his hand. His stomach churning with worry.

'I believe in you, just focus-'Tom replied patting his son on the back. Josh biting down hard on his bottom lip.

'Ready Tom?' Michael asked speeding past. Tom nodded and headed through the hall doors.

'Each table needs an exam paper each and paper-'Michael nodded, passing Tom a pile of papers.

'How's Josh doing?' Michael questions as Tom strolls up beside the symmetrical desks.

'Ur yeah, just a bit of stress you know' Tom replied quickly, washing over the subject determined to change the topic briskly. The truth was Tom hadn't told anyone what was really happening with his son except Nicki. Josh had only told Lauren and Finn as he felt he could trust them, felt like he couldn't hold it in any more. The whole thing was very secretive.

'OK, I will go let the herd in' Michael smiled cheerily. Lines of students queued outside the doors a bleak expression on their faces.

'Good luck, mate' Finn smiled turning around to face Josh. He smiled nervously still gripping the case in his palm. Finn practically skipped through the hall doors strutting over to his desk. One by one everyone took their seat. The large clock faced them.

'OK everyone; you have an hour good luck!' Tom Clarkson called out, scribbling down the starting time and ending time on the whiteboard and sending a reassuring grin at his son who was sat near the back his head starring down at the paper.

Josh didn't understand. It didn't make sense; he read the question again and again. Starring down at the piece of the paper. They were 10 minutes in and he still hadn't started. Tom glanced at Nicki uneasily watching as Josh held the pen in his hand tightly.

Josh didn't understand what had come over him, he scratched down onto his white sleeve digging into his bare skin. He continued to scratch despite receiving the odd glare. He began to draw blood and began to panic further. He felt like he was all on his own in an empty hall, his grades slipping away. He held his face in his sweaty hands. His foot kicking down onto the floor, his leg shaking.

He began to scribble down onto the paper, words. His head turning. His leg continuing to shake, his foot increasingly hitting the floor.

'It's to hot' Josh mumbles Tariq turning around to face him from in front Lauren glancing at him from the side.

'It's itching' Josh cried viscously scratching at his arm. He got to his feet continuing to scratch at his arm; he fell down onto the hall floor exam paper in hand. He lay with the paper beneath him and his hands covering his face.

Tom's face full of concern as he headed round the tables.

'Josh get up' Lauren gulped. Everyone now turned around in their chairs. Tom now rushing towards his son, getting down to his level.

'I told you there was something wrong with him' Tariq announced getting up from his chair.

'Sit down Tariq' Michael ordered.

'What is it son?' Tom asked, now crouched down over his son whose face was against the hard cold floor.

Michael beginning to panic as he glances around the hall, the silence interrupted as everyone watched. Michael crouched down placing his arm on Tom's back.

'Come on we need to get you back to you seat' Tom whispered trying not to receive anymore attention. Trying to do what was best for his son. The truth was, he didn't know what was best.

'What's wrong with him?' Michael questioned.

Tom starred at him blankly before pulling up the piece of paper, 'A ring a ring o rosies' was sketched down onto the paper. 'A pocket full of poses'

'We need to get him out of here' Tom murmured to Michael holding the paper in his hand.

'Come-'Michael ordered placing his hand on Josh's arm in an attempt to get him to his feet.

'Don't touch me!' Josh exploded his body acting as a shield. 'Oh my god' the murmurs of the other pupils faint in the background.

Michael's mouth wide. Josh made eye contact with his dad, before storming off behind the desks.

'Right everyone sit back down to your papers' Michael ordered, in an attempt to gain control of the situation.