D.T.

The whole class and their "teacher" stood outside the D.T. doors. Vyvyan read the sign above them.

"D-desejn aid tesholigee." He was confused "What's Desejn aid tesholigee?"

"Design and Technology, duh!" Sam answered.

"Oi! No lip you little bugger!" Vyvyan snapped back.

"Look! Even Kirstie isn't that thick!"

"Yeah! Even I'm not that thick!" Kirstie repeated "Hey! Wait a minute, I'm not thick!"

"I wasn't saying you were, just a figure of speech." Sam apologized

"Okay… What's a figure of speech?"

Sam slapped her forehead, getting frustrated "Look, can we just go inside?"

Frowning about the fact he neither knew what a figure of speech was, Vyvyan agreed and the whole class went inside.

Walking past the pieces of work on display, everyone, except Vyvyan, grabbed a cotton apron.

"What are you doing?" he asked them.

"Putting on aprons?" Stuart answered.

Vyvyan paused, processing the possible need for aprons "Why?"

"Because we are always told to?" Ben Thomas said.

"Well, things are different, no need for your frilly gowns!"

Everyone cheered and threw them across the room in a messy pile. Grabbing seats around the huge D.T. tables, the class sat. Soon, some began to sweat as they saw Vyvyan looking at the hacksaws and hammers on one of the racks. He grabbed a coping saw and walked over to the table Stuart was sitting on, much to Sam's intrest, what was he going to do with that saw on Stuart's table.

"You better not be thinking what I think you're thinking." Manaal whispered to Sam, guessing about what was running through her friends mind.

"What? That the teacher might chop his-"

The fire bell suddenly went, deafening everyone around the school.

"What the bloody hell is that?" Vyvyan yelled across the noise "I can't saw through a table with all that noise!"

"It's the fire bell!" Sarah shouted.

"It isn't a real fire, just a drill." Ben Turner added.

"How'd you know?" Sarah asked.

"Johnny in year nine tells me about anything that's happening in a school day."

"So what do we do?" Vyvyan asked, sitting down.

Ben shrugged "Go down to the Astroturf for safety reasons?"

"Nah, can't be bothered, we'll just continue with this lesson." Vyvyan started sawing through the table "And disable that alarm! It's giving me a headache worse then that hangover I had last week!"

The kids looked at each other unsure of what to do, Mini-Scott climbed on Ben Thomas's shoulders and turned the alarm off. Suddenly, they all burst into a laughing and out of control hyper frenzy, waving hammers about, running around, grabbing pens to scribble over each other with, throwing paper about, exploring the vast store room, making solder balls with the soldering iron, melting things with the vacuum, playing with dangerously hot pewter… You catch my drift.

Vyvyan was focusing on destroying the table he had tried to saw through but a coping saw is not for big tables. He got a hammer and started whacking the table like a mad cow… only a mad cow with a hammer.

Kids were drilling holes through huge pieces of wood with the pillar drill and using the flathead screwdrivers to dig up the floor. Some used the scrolls saws to cut "dirt-looking" shapes out of the wood.

Soon, Vyvyan got bored with trying to mutilate the table, which he did very well with nonetheless, and went inside the storage room. The stacks of stools were to the side, he climbed on top of the wobbly stack, kids watching in their curiosity.

"Mr. Vyvyan? What are you doing?" Omar asked, obviously concerned.

"Never you mind, go away!" came his reply.

Suddenly, he hurled himself at the wall headfirst and crashed right through it. Kids screamed and dodged out of his way for safety. He landed on his stomach, leaving behind a huge gaping hole in the wall.

The class ignored their seemingly insane teacher and continued their mayhem. Taps were left on so water flooded out of the sinks with little sponges like boats floated around the ankles of the children.

As the morning wore on, the room was reduced to a flooded mess. Stools and pieces of wood and equipment like saws were floating about, knee height to everyone else. The hole was bigger as Vyvyan began throwing stools and hammers through it for no reason. One of the tables had a rip right through it from Vyvyan's persistent sawing. Melted pieces of plastic, wood, metal, pieces of clothing and other various materials bobbed up and down in the water. Smoke trickled up from the pillar drill and Scroll saws. Some of the walls were blackened and one with a kid's imprint on it as if they had been thrown and hit the wall followed by soot and paint, leaving a small template of them on the wall.

The bell for first break went. As the class departed, leaving everything as it was, they remembered that it was a double period of D.T. so the chaotic lesson would continue after break. However, something horrible dawned Vyvyan and he had to stop himself from screaming aloud… He had to go to the staff room at break!

"What's wrong, Vyvyan?" Osman asked.

"I…" he sighed "I got to go to the… Staff room." He paused "And it's MR.VYVYAN to you."

Osman rolled his eyes "Whatever, Mr. Vyvyan." He walked away and started running to catch up with his friends.

Not sure, of what to do, Vyvyan decided to spend break by himself somewhere safe. Next to the D.T. room entrance he saw a door. The sign showed "HIGH VOLTAGE" and a picture of a guy getting zapped by a electric bolt, only someone scribbled over it in permanent marker "MOST GROSS DEAF!" someone who couldn't spell well and had also drawn guts spewing from the picture. Shrugging, not really caring if he was going to die at this particular point in time, Vyvyan entered, not shocked by the fact the door was unlocked.

Surprisingly, it was a big room, plenty of space to lie down and snooze for a few hours and hideaway. A brilliant idea (for him maybe) dawned on him. Why doesn't he just hideout in that room for the rest of the day? He smiled, he wouldn't have to eat, he didn't mind, just a long snooze would suite him fine.

One thing to say… LOL! No reason, just felt like it. Okay, I know this story is going slow but I have loads of others that I am trying to do as well. I even took some down and it didn't work. Don't worry, I am not taking this one down. By the way, the reason I have been saying "I am" instead on "I'm" in this statement is because I couldn't be bothered to use the apostrophe button… and now, obviously, I can be bothered… hehe no comment…