Mischief - The School Trip - Chapter Four
After the group had showered and changed, they went down to the hall to dinner. While they were queuing for their food, Phil saw James Hannington-Smythe being told off in the corridor. He grinned and went to sit down with his food.
"Ohhh I don't like broccoli." Gary moaned looking at his plate.
"I'll eat it." Phil said, picking up Gary's plate and dumping the broccoli onto his own.
"What do you think of the food?" Mr Manson asked.
"Brilliant! You can have as much as you want." Phil said.
"Not bad. Could be worse." Sam said, eyeing a piece of chicken suspiciously.
"Well we've never used this centre before so we want to make sure you have an enjoyable yet educational experience." Mr Manson added.
"Are you eating that?" Phil asked Jo as she put her knife and fork down on the plate.
"Nah, you want it?"
"Yeah!" Phil said as if it were obvious. Jo handed over her plate to Phil and then went to look at the dessert. She came back with a piece of cheesecake and a bowlful of ice cream. Sam and Suzie both looked at her jealously.
"Is there more of that up there?" Sam asked.
"Yeah loads." Jo replied.
"Brilliant." Sam said, setting her knife and fork down. Sam started to walk over to the desert stand, Suzie following.
"You eating that?" Phil called after them.
"No." The pair replied together. Phil piled their left over food onto his plate.
"Phil how do you eat so much but stay so skinny?" Jo asked.
"I'm not skinny!" He said as if it had caused him offence. "I'm naturally toned." He replied.
"Yeah course. But you know it will all catch up with you one day."
"I'm a growing boy! I need my food. Don't I Sam." He said as she sat back down again.
"Yeah, like I need a hole in the head." She replied sarcastically.
After dinner, the group went to the common room. None of the other school were in there. "Because they were being punished."Mr Manson told them.
Phil, Sam and Zain were playing snooker, Jo, Gary and Mr Manson were sat playing cards and Suzie and Terry were watching TV.
At 10.30pm the group were sent to bed much to the dismay of everyone.
"But at home I stay up til at least midnight." Zain whined.
"No wonder you're always falling asleep in my lessons." Mr Manson said.
Phil, Zain and Terry went to their room and opened the door. Phil stepped inside first and found a soggy carpet.
"What's this?" He asked. He went further inside and found the toilet overflowing in the bathroom.
"Ahh look at this." Phil said.
Terry went to get the teachers while Phil and Zain made sure all of their possessions were off of the floor.
"So who's idea was this?" Mr Manson asked angrily.
"No one's. It was fine when we went for a shower." Phil replied.
"If you're lying .." Mr Manson began.
"We're not!" Zain replied.
"So what are we gonna do about it? I'm not sleeping in here." Terry said.
"Well I'll go and ask them if they have any spare rooms. I dunno if they will though, that other school have bought over a hundred students with them."
"I bet it was poshboy!" Phil said as soon as Mr Manson had left.
"Well we'll have to think up something else for them. The snotty gits!" Zain added.
"I bet we end up with a broom cupboard!" Terry said bitterly.
Mr Manson returned after a half an hour with a plumber.
"I was just about to go 'ome." The plumber said in a thick country accent.
"Are you English?" Phil asked.
"Shut up Hunter." Mr Manson snapped. "Go and pack your stuff up. They've managed to find you another room."
Once the boys had finished packing, they stood by the door expectantly.
"There's your problem." The plumber said, holding up a pair of sodden boxer shorts on a stick.
"Here they're mine!" Terry said.
"How'd they get there?" Mr Manson asked.
"I dunno, they were dirty so I left them on the floor."
"You left them on the floor? I could have tripped over them and caught something!" Zain snapped.
"We'll talk about this in the morning." Mr Manson warned. "Come on."
Mr Manson led them to the stairs and up to the 5th floor.
"This looks different." Phil said, looking at the expensive looking wallpaper.
"The only room they had left was one in the private school area."
Phil and Zain looked at each other and grinned.
"Don't get excited though. It's only until your carpet dries out." Mr Manson asked, producing a key and opening the door to room 528. The boys walked in and looked around with delight.
"A double bed each!" Terry grinned, jumping onto one of them.
"A bath!" Phil exclaimed.
"No rat droppings!" Zain said excitedly, inspecting the wardrobe.
"There weren't any rat droppings in your room." Mr Manson scoffed.
"There were, I heard them." Terry replied.
"Don't you dare trash this room like you did the other. Or your parents will be billed!" Mr Manson said before closing the door.
The three boys grinned at each other and turned the music system on its highest setting.
There was me saying that it may take me a while to update ... Writing fanfic is much more exciting than revising. Thanks to everyone who reviewed: PhoenixAngelwolf, Emma172, sam-gwen-nixon, lil-skating-lindz, PS4EVA, gemidodger, PrettyPunk, CarrotLucky13, Newsteadgirl and Huxon13. I'll update again sometime next week.
