Pupil School

Pupil School

The whole building seemed to moan in pain as the merciless wind

battered it's crumbling walls. The Hayes boarding school had just

called lights out. Mr Branston, the head teacher, doddered down the

corridor at a snails pace rattling his cane across every radiator he

walked past in an attempt to intimidate the students. He was making

sure the dormitories were locked down and secure, but he was too drunk

to check any locks properly. So he stumbled blindly back to his office

to finish off the whiskey.

As the rattling faded and finally ceased small lights could be seen

through the dusty cobwebbed windows of the dormitories and the

murmuring of whispered speech could be heard through the thin walls.

Word had gone round school through word of mouth and notes passed in

class that Norris had organised a meeting in the gym that very night.

So as the school fell silent the children crept to the gym where

Norris, or Gregory Norris as he was known to the teachers, stood

waiting on the stage. He was hugely respected by the students and

despised by the teachers. He held the record for the most detentions

in a row after getting one hundred and thirty five for setting Mr

Branstons wig alight during a chemistry class in year eight. He had

dark messy hair and light brown eyes, which seemed to stare right

through you as he spoke. He stood tall on the stage watching over the

students as they entered the hall.

First to arrive were the year seven and eight pupils looking warily

around to make sure that the meeting wasn't an ambush by the older

students, then quickly scuttling into a corner near the stage. Next

came the year ten and eleven pupils who were used to sneaking round at

night and had stopped off at the kitchens for a midnight snack.

Finally came the year nines who shuffled grumpily in and sat on the

tables at the back complaining about how they need to sleep.