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It was a dark and stormy night, and I wasn't happy. I had gotten up way too early and was now trudging towards school. The building looked big and bricky and ominous. I was afraid.
"Hi." Said Derrick to me as I crossed the field.
"Hi." I said.
"Umm," said Derrick, “so .... um, sorry.”
“You better be, I can’t believe that happened.”
Don’t worry, Mr Venn will never notice,” he replied.
I laughed hollowly, rain trickling down my neck. I hoped he was right.
"So, see you later?" Said Derrick.
"Ok, see you later, I said." Derrick ran away again.
I got to the school, doors and went in, my knees knocking. I
went to my locker and yanked it open, and checked everywhere, even behind my gym shoes. There was nothing. It was gone. I'd hoped, desperately, that I had left it here, but... no. I sighed and put my gym shoes back on top of my emergency sandwich and closed the locker. Time to face the music teacher.
Inside my classroom the other kids were cowering at their desks, franticlaly hurriny to finish their morning handwriting practice. Mr Venn was pacing back and forth by the window, scowling. Outside, lightning flashed and the rain rattled the glass. Cheerful music was playing from the overheqad speakers to renind us to go to class. At any minute the announcements would begin.
I swallowed, my heart thudding, and went to my desk. As I sat down, a voice snarled behind me.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Fred?” I turned, there the teacher was, looking down at me, his head blocking the light menacingly.”
“I, uh...” I said, wishing for a miracle to save me. But it was too late, I knew it was too late.
“ You need to put your homework in the intray right away, Fred. You know that.”
“Uh, uh,” I said helpfully. All the other students were watching now. Mr Venn knew he had an audience and raised his voice a little. His voice can really boom when he tries, and know it drowned out the storm outside.
“What’s wrong, Fred, it hasn’t been eaten by a DOG, has it?” The teacher snorted. Derrick, sitting in the back row, winced. Stupid., stupid, Derrick. Stupid, stupid, Derrick’s dog. Why couldn’t it have eaten Derrick’s homework? I sighed,, and stood a little bit straighter.
“Actually, Mr Venn...” I started to say. Mr Venn leaned a little bit closer, his eyes seemed to glow a demonic green. “Actually, Mr Venn... I can’t hand the essay in right now. Can I have an extension.”
Mr Venn started to laugh.
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