Matthew and Alison arrived back at the school. The alarm bells still ringing and still as loud and annoying as when they departed the school.
They stayed in the attic, hiding under tables, hoping not to get caught by the police, who were no doubt walking around the building and looking for the suspects’ who had broken in.
Alison sat huddled away in a corner hoping that if anyone came in, then no one would see her. She was still thinking about the young Amir. She felt sorry for him, and longed to have been there a while longer.
The alarms eventually stopped ringing. Matthew slid from the back of a table and crept down the stairs towards the door.
No footsteps. No whispering. No breathing.
“I think we’re safe,” Matthew whispered when he came back into the room. Alison slid from under the table, tiptoed towards Matthew and crept down the stairs.
After listening once again, and making sure it was safe; they opened the door and ventured out into the corridor. The walk to the stairs was not a problem, however, when they came to the main stairway they could see that the police were still around the vicinity. Matthew pointed out of the window to Alison, who could see two police officers in the playground, looking at the school building and hoping to see something out of the ordinary. They knew it was no good trying to leave the school, so they entered the second floor landing, and hoped for the best.
Matthew tried a few doors, his heart beating fast at the thought of being caught trespassing on school grounds. With a sigh, a door opened and they both entered. It was the art room. It was a messy room, to say the least. All types of coloured paper, pencils, and glue-pots, which were still open, lay scattered about on the cluttered tab...
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...— at the moment anyway,” Carla stated glaring at Alison, and Alison stared back. No smile or facial expression showing on her face.
“Now, if you excuse me, I will tend to my business. Please Simon; stay as long as you wish. I’m sure you can keep my daughter out of trouble for a few hours,” Carla suggested. “Any problems, this is where I am,” Carla noted as she placed a piece of paper on the windowsill by the phone. “I will not be too late, so no going downstairs looking for things. I have put a magic curse on the door. Is that clear, dear?” Carla remarked sarcastically.
“Yes Mum, don’t worry. We won’t venture down there. We have better things to do. Have fun.”
Alison turned away and looked at the wallpaper. Simon felt awkward. He was not sure what to say.
Carla smiled at Simon and closed the door.
“Glad she’s gone; she's a miserable sod at times,” Alison grumbled.
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