Chapter 23 – Memories.
Much ran down to the heads office, bursting in panting for breath and earning himself a stern look.
"Mr. Smith, I believe it is customary to knock," Mr. James said, glaring.
"I'm…sorry….Sir…" Much panted, "But it's…urgent!"
Mr. James said nothing, straightening the pile of papers in his hands and laying them neatly on his pristine desk, which Much had always thought looked pretentious.
"Sir, it was me."
"You?"
"Yes me," Much said, looking his headmaster straight in the eye, "I punched Vaysey."
"Of course," Mr. James said, raising his eyebrows mockingly.
"I did," Much insisted.
"Well that'll be a detention Mr. Smith," Mr. James said, going along with Much's story, "But Mr. Hood is still to be expelled," Mr. James said sharply.
"But…"
"No buts' Mr. Smith, unless you really want that detention, go back to your dorm."
Much left the room sharply, tears falling down his face as he remembered all the happy times he and his best friend had had together.
Much and Robin were three years old, playing in nursery, with the little 'Thomas The Tank Engine' train set.
"Cho chooo…" Robin shouted, laughing as he pushed the wooden train through a small tunnel.
Much laughed, watching his best friends face as he pushed the small blue train around the wooden countryside.
"Bob the builder joins forces with Thomas," Much said, grabbing a small plastic Bob from beside him and sitting him on top of the smiling train.
"Together they will build and transport the universe?" Robin asked, laughing his head off.
The two best friends proceeded to sing Bob the builder loudly until told o be quiet.
Much smiled at the memory, as his mind found another moment in his life, buried and forgotten at the bottom of his memories.
"There's only one left," Much's mum said sternly, "Either you share it or nobody get's it."
Much and Robin were glaring at each other, both holding onto one end of their favorite chocolate bar, a question bar, white chocolate on the outside, milk chocolate on the inside, stubbornly. The last time they'd seen one was when they were both on holiday in 'South Africa' at a supermarket and now the two seven year olds were fighting over the only one left at 'Asda'.
"But there's only a few squares," Much moaned.
"And I want it!" Robin half shouted, earning himself a few looks from the shoppers around them.
"Put it back," Much's mum barked, grabbing it out of their hand and placing it onto the shelf.
"But mum!" Much cried.
"We'll share," Robin said, staring up at her with puppy dog eyes.
"Sure?" she asked, staring at the two children, who were begging her with their eyes.
She passed the chocolate back down and they raced to the till, dragging her along.
Much smiled again, wondering how a chocolate bar could have made them that happy.
He trudged up the stairs and silently entered the dorm, "Sorry Robin," Much said softly, sitting down on his bed.
"Don't worry, I'm surprised I lasted this long anyway," Robin smiled weakly, "I'll wait until lunch, tell everyone else and say goodbye, I don't want to leave without saying sorry."
Much patted Robin on the back, and the two friends sat quietly, lost in their own thoughts.