"Gotta run!" I said, and both of them looked bemused.
"You know, head's office?" I prompted. Their expressions changed into ones of realisation.
"Oh well, we've got to go too, so... Bye." Smiled John, and he and Sherlock walked off, in the direction of the PE block. I sprinted the rest of the way, realising I was going to be late.
"What's this? Fell asleep in class again? They'll chuck you out this time, mark my words!" Chandra Poole was the receptionist, and I'll tell you straight-she just isn't a very nice person. She was short and stodgy, and they only kept her because no-one else wanted the job.
"Mr Parson is waiting for you. Just knock before you go in." She sneered at me as I pushed open the door leading to the corridor of offices. I knew exactly what Mr Parson would say when I sat down on the faded cloth seat of one of his century old wooden chairs. Now, Samantha, we all know how you're just too clever for this school (he would chuckle at his own joke) but you must at least try to stop this awful behaviour. I am afraid falling asleep in the class room during a lesson is in-tolerable! You must understand that... blah, blah...waffle, waffle...lecture, lecture...
I knocked on the door before I entered. Nothing had changed. The same moose head hanging on a plaque on the wall, the massive child made anti-bullying poster beside it, the bright pink waste paper bin (a gift from his wife), and his pride and honour, the government issued, shiny bronze plaque sitting on his desk bearing the words:
Well done for being a healthy school!
You have achieved bronze level health!
Keep up the five a day!
Mr Parson sat at his desk, wearing a tight fitting two piece suit. He was a thin man, wearing glasses and sipping from a cup of steaming tea.
"Sit down." He said, using his I mean business voice. I sat down in the chair opposite his desk.
"This is the 5th time you've been sent to my office. Nothing-" He was interrupted by the phone ringing.
"Hello, Mr Parson here." He said in the polite voice people always use when they answer the phone to someone they don't know. His face slowly got more horrified as the person on the other side spoke.
"I'll be there right away! No, no, I'm not busy... collapsed you say? My oh my, whatever next! First that bout of that strange infection-which I swear wasn't swine flu-now people collapsing in the classroom! Yes, yes...thank you for informing me. Yes...ok. Bye." He frowned as he set the phone down.
"I am afraid our little meeting will have to be postponed. There is an urgent matter on the other side of school which I must attend. It's nearly afternoon break, so if you'd like to make your way back to your classroom..." He held the door out for me to leave.
"But sir-" I protested, only to be silenced by his hand held up against my face.
"Back to your classroom." He ushered me out, only to follow me down the corridor. When I passed the reception, Chandra sneered at me again.
When we got outside, Mr Parson started walking in the opposite direction to my classroom. I decided to follow him.
He stepped inside the Y8 block, and was led along to classroom 8c. Just outside the door, there was a small, wooden cupboard, just big enough for me to slip into. I crammed myself in, having to bend back my ankle to be able to fit. I left the door open a crack, just enough for me to see out of.
Mr Parson was looking on at the scene with disgust. He moved out of the classroom for some air.
"What happened? I mean, was he feeling sick or did he just fall unconscious?" asked one of the serious faced nurses.
"No, he was writing away like hell, but then he had just slumped down... nothing was wrong he was fine beforehand!" Said a white faced teacher, who collapsed into a chair. Everyone was silent for a second.
"Ok. We'll have to take him up to the hospital for a full check up, then we'll call you and let you know how he's doing. Have you informed his parents?" asked the nurse, a false 'be happy!' smile on her lips.
"Yes, they know. They are probably on their way to the hospital now. Thank you." the white faced Y8 teacher smiled then got up and walked towards the staff room. The paramedics carried the unconscious boy out to the ambulance. The nurse followed them.
I crept out of the cupboard, looking around quickly to check no-one had lingered. I laughed under my breath.
"What fools they are! Can't even recognise what was wrong. I'll tell you what's wrong. There-" I stopped suddenly, realising I was talking to myself. ''Don't do that!'' I thought. ''It's creepy. Anyway, you've just got to look around...'' Pen+floor. Irrelevant. Dropped when fell. Blood+chair leg. Banged head when fell. Dart+floor. Irr- what? Why is there a stun dart on the floor? He couldn't have been stunned, there is nowhere for anyone to shoot from. Then why is it there?
My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening behind me. It was the white-faced teacher.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in lessons? This is a scene of..." She couldn't find the word so she said "pain."
I slipped the dart into my pocket before standing up.
"Sorry Miss, I was just looking to see if I left my jumper in here. It's not here. I'll just leave." it was a lousy excuse, and I worded it badly, but she just eyed me suspiciously as I walked out the door.
I had to find dad.
AN: Thank you for reading my story. Hope you enjoy it. This is where it gets interesting... Please review!