Chapter 10

"Jackson", "here", "Smith", "here", "Yates", "here" "Steele" No reply.

"Trisha, I need you to speak up this is not a drill." still no answer.

"Trisha?"

"Has anyone seen Trisha Steele." Hushed whispers filled the air.

"We're missing one. Bob! Get the caretakers to look everywhere, the new student is missing; tell them to look for a girl. Dark hair, tan, fairly tall."

Tala looked around wondering why he had a bad feeling about this, he looked over to the opposite side of the playground, to find Kai, Michael and Ian laughing their heads off, he walked over.

"Oi any of you seen Trisha? People say she's missing."

They just looked at each other and started laughing again. Tala walked away and found Jack.

"You seen Trisha?"

"Nope, only earlier by the bench, then Hiwatari walked up to her and I left, but loads of kids were on about some girl being put in the changing rooms with some guy-"

"Who?"

"Well they didn't say, but by the way they described him it sounded like Kai, but It could be bullshit cause' later I coulda sworn I saw him with shortshit in pavilion."

About an hour and a half later people were guided offsite and onto the pavement, the fire was visible from the outside now and thick musky smoke surrounded the school. Parents had been called, registers read out and yet Trisha Steele had yet to be found. The fire were on there way.

"Year 11, I want all the students from 11Q, R and S to come here immediately, along with everyone that was in Mr Smale's Geography class periods 4 and 5. The rest of you can form an orderly line further down the road."

The students mentioned gathered round and their Head of year spoke, she happened to also be the English Teacher Miss Wriight.

"Now, I want to know every possibility of where Miss Steele could be."

Back in the Changing Rooms

The heat was sweltering, my skin was clammy and I was finding it hard to concentrate. I was so uncomfortable and often dosed in and out of sleep. The smoke was making it practically impossible to breath and I had no voice to shout any longer. My head fell limp against the side of the cubical and my sight became blurred, various shapes surrounded me. A faint voice called,

"Hello, Is anyone there, can anyone hear me?"

Yes! I wanted to say, im in hear for gods sake help me, but I couldn't. The smoked had closed around my voice box as if daring any sound to come out. I was running out of options, I had an Idea, my arms wouldn't move as fast as I wanted them to but I managed to get my hand to my pocket and swiftly pull out my headphones from my iPod, I pressed the play button and the theme tune to my favourite programme played , I prayed someone would hear it.

Just after that I heard a loud crash, something had fallen. I wasn't going to get out, I began pointlessly crying, creating no sound at all. I was gone.

Back outside.

"Right the caretakers just called and said they've found her, so that's the good news, the bad news is somehow she's trapped in somewhere and the ceiling is caving in fast. I need all the people with mobiles to call 999 and get someone to hurry them up, the school won't hold forever and we need them out safely as soon as possible."

Miss Wriight stated in a crisp collected voice, she hadn't lost her cool once yet and the students admired her.

Inside

"I Can hold this up long enough for you to get under and get the girl out Steve, but its gonna be harder coming back out, so I'll figure it out afterwards , just make sure she's safe first."

Eddy the caretaker started coughing roughly. The flames were spreading rapidly.

Sirens filled the school road and dozens of fire fighters swarmed in trying hurriedly in attempts to put the still growing flames out, half of them went in and the school watched from the sidelines in dismay.

It was well past 5 now, at least 3 hours since it started and none of them had come out. Ryan's car pulled up next to the school, Miss Wriight had found the close contacts of Trisha on her Iphone and called him as soon as she had sorted most things out. Ryan came running over.

"Where is she?"

"We're not sure Mr Passmore, they are doing everything they can but-"

"But nothing, she was in the schools care, this is ridiculous!"

"I can see that, but there is nothing more I can do at the moment, Im trying my best."

He took in her condition and was about to apologise when he caught a glimpse of one of the fire fighters carrying a limp body in their arms, he ran over and gasped at the sight of her, Trisha was covered in black soot with small cuts and burns over her face and neck. Her Clothes were dirty and she was unconscious.

He wanted to pick her up, but the paramedics arrived and took her before he could then carried her to the ambulance. People looked in shock from the sides and in one person's case guilt.

Kai POV

Oh fuck , they better find her , If something happens... , I only wanted to scare her , how the fuck was I meant to know a fire would start , oh shit . Wait, is that her? is not looking good.

Tala POV

Why is it taking so long, and what's with Kai. If they know something im gonna kill them. Is that her there carrying? She's not moving.

Ryan sat next to Trisha in the ambulance; she was attached to countless amounts of wires and had an oxygen mask over her heavily bruised and cut face.

Normal POV

I feel dead. Waking up I find white all around me along with a bunch of flowers. My eyes were heavy. It took me a while to realise everything was blurry and a pounding headache. When my vision finally became clear, I winced as I lifted my arm up slightly, not from the I.v but the small cuts all over my arm were stinging like hell. A young woman I hadn't seen before walked into the room, all in white, just like the room, just like the building. I hate hospitals and doctors and needles.

"Alrighty sweetheart was starting to think you wouldn't wake up."

She smiled kindly at me, she spoke beyond her years she only looked about 20-23.

"Where am I?" I asked hoarsely.

"You're in hospital, your friends are outside and so is your mother."

Great, just fucking great. Not only am I in intensive care but my fucking useless godmother is out there too, do they not know anything?

"When can I leave?"

"Not anytime soon im afraid, you'll need a few checkups and some of your burns need to be wrapped, but in 4-7 days you should be able to leave."

4-7 days? fantastic. I might have to get my mum to sort that out from where ever she is, she's back in two weeks regardless, I just hate causing trouble for her.