"Mr. Summers, you're late!"

Jake groaned as the teacher lectured him.

"I know, Sir. Sorry,"

"And why would this be?"

Jake recited what he'd made up in his head. "One of those Dalek thingys was still on Earth, and it tried to kidnap me and take me back to that spaceship in the sky! Then, it almost shot me when I refused to go, but then it malfunctioned and I ran away from it,"

Now it was the teacher's turn to groan. "You really expect me to believe that story?" he asked.

"Well, yeah, I spent a good 5 minutes making it up..." Jake began, then slapped himself as he realised what he'd done.

"Well, then, Jake. I'm going to reward you with detention after school! You see, it's not that hard to make things up on the spot. Now, take your seat,"

Jake did so, sitting down next to Ginge, his best mate. Ginge's actual name was Harry, but because he was a redhead, everyone called him Ginge, and it stuck. Ginge didn't mind, though. In fact, he liked it when people called him Ginge instead of Harry.

"So... the real reason why you're late?" Ginge asked, grinning.

"Well, I was half asleep when I was kicked out of the house, then some geezer from the army barged into me at the gates," Jake said.

"Woah, woah, WOAH!" Ginge said. "The Army?"

"Yeah, at least, that's what it said on his I.D," Jake said. "He was John Smith of the weapons department,"

"Boys, is there something you would like to share with the class?" the teacher interrupted.

"Yeah!" Ginge said. "Some dude from the army is in the school!"

That created a lot of excitement in the class. The teacher clapped his hands for silence.

"Yes, Ginge" (even the teachers called him Ginge) "I'm sure there is. Now, if you could kindly come up and show us some proof of this so called 'Army man', then-"

"John Smith, weapons department of the military forces,"

The teacher turned to the doorway, and the same man that had rushed past Jake was there, showing the same piece of paper he'd shown Jake.

"Yes, er... Mr. Smith," the teacher stuttered. "Urm... how can I, er... help you?"

"Is it me, or does Sir seem very nervous?" Jake whispered to Ginge.

"I've been asked by the headmaster to inspect the teaching of your class for the period of one day," John said.

"Err... ok, well... the thing is, in this, er... school we, um... switch periods every hour... so I won't... um... be the teacher for the, um... whole day," the teacher said, sweat dripping off of his cheek.

"Well, then, I guess I'll just follow them around," John said, suddenly grinning. "Now, please, carry on with your lesson,"

"Well, actually, this is just registration. They leave straight from here in about five minutes after I've finished the register,"

"Then finish the register"

"Oh, yes... of course... umm..." The teacher then proceeded to call out the names of the students in the class. Jake and Ginge both responded to their names, but were also watching John Smith. He didn't exactly look like someone from the Army – you'd most expect someone with huge muscles, wearing Army camouflage clothing, and lots of stubble. John was the exact opposite; he was quite skinny, wearing a normal t-shirt and jeans with a long, brown coat. He had brown, ruffled hair that looked like he didn't wash or brush it often. He wasn't exactly watching the class, more the teacher. You could see that the teacher was sweating, and Jake and Ginge couldn't understand why a man from the Army would invade their school. Something exciting was happening at last!