*The Alpha

Day three. Oh what a day!

My head was banging on the fogged up window of the school bus. Bang! one … Bang! two … Bang! three … Three, thats how many days weve been back to school. no more summer, sun and fun, back to high school. I do believe now not wearing a coat was a bad idea, as the rain poured down hitting the old vessel of a yellow submarine. Ice water slowly oozes through the gaps between the window and the bus itself, showing its age. My trusty yellow backpack sat sluggishly next to me.

Looking down at my outfit I think this might be the worst, no coat and its pouring down, a tight lilac wrap crop rib-knit top, with bell sleeves, black paper bag jeans and my light grey vans. My hair up and down, hair at each side of my face pulled back behind my head into a claw pearl hair clip.

A screech of the wheels and ache of the old vessel settling. Thudding doors swung open. A shock of frosty damp air rushed through the bus making every one its victim.

Fiddling with my locker key in my shaking wet hands. ”Oh come on , come on ! ” I hush to myself.

In my locker are science textbooks, and my spare just incase pencil case with all the necessities. And right at the back of the shelf safely hidden away is my emergency snack. It was a big box of Kelloggs crunchy nut clusters, honey and nut flavor, and I had already eaten all the chocolate ones. What can I say, the first few back to school days are hard don judge me. Just hope unlike last year I don go up in size due to these habits. As I don have the money to be buying a whole new wardrobe again.

Grabbing the physics textbook in my hand I close the locker and head to Mr Kellers classroom. But before I take the turn to the left I hurry back to my locker to collect a handful of honey nut clusters. Taking my usual seat near the front next to the door.

”Aaaatchooo! ” Wiping a sore red bulbous nose with a damp hanky stood Mr Keller, in front of the smart board. This is the fifth time now that red nose has been wiped by that hanky, only six minutes into the lesson. His normally tidy desk, now a graveyard of tissues. Every time the corners of my mouth went south and my body grimaced back. I started spraying my table and hands down with my hand wash spray, meant to kill up to 98% of germs. I hope that 2% don come for me.

Heading to the cafeteria I stop at my locker unloading all my books, and grabbing a hand cupful of cereal. Once through the double swinging doors I head for the long line at the hot food counter. Looking side to side of the people in front of me, wondering whats available today.

Now displayed in front of me Mac & cheese, though it looks like the sauce is splitting, some pre-made sandwiches, salads and quiche ingredients listed are three cheeses, bacon, mushrooms and sweetcorn.

Shoving the last bits of the honey and nut clusters in my mouth, pondering what I fancy. Checking out the sandwiches in search for a brown bread cucumber, ham, sweetcorn and iceberg lettuce one. The best one. Cheese and ham. No. Tuna and sweetcorn. No. Sun-dried tomatoes and cheese. No. Mumbling with a now half mouthful. A frown creased distorting my face.

Hurry up. The lady huffed from behind the counter. What will it be then?

Umm… Ill have.. ah… eyes slipping back over the options, the split sauce Mac & cheese, the squished quiche and the sandwiches. Ill go with a slice of quiche, please. It being the least worst.

Flinching and my mouth down turning as she scooped the quiche in her see-through gloved hand and smashed the frail quiche on the semicircle of the plastic plate/tray.

The lady went down to the next section, desserts.

A circle strawberry jam tart, all of them mishmash in size and in quantity of jam. Small sliver of white frosted and rainbow sprinkled sponge.

The smell hit me first, an aroma so warm and inviting, that could only belong to ginger cake.

So what would yo-

”Ooh! Ginger cake please! ” My face beaming, this will make up for the sad squashed quiche.

Drink. Her unamused voice sounded out.

Bottles of water, sodas, juice, and chocolate milk and smoothies.

A chocolate milk please.

Grabbing my tray I turned around to scope out the cafeteria. Full and bustling with students, talk and gossip. The windows are dark grey with streaks running down. Sighing and heading for the double doors. After I go to the back of the school, there are some stairs that no-one really uses. Out of breath from walking up all the stars to the top where there is just the fire exit door to the roof and where the roof is slanting downwards above. I take my seat in the corner on the opposite side of the landing from the fire exit, next to a small box window. From my seat I can see if anyone is coming but I will probably be able to hear them but its not like they can see me here, like I can see them.

Taking the third fork full of quiche to my mouth I push the tray so now facing me is my beloved ginger cake, still warm. Leaving half the quiche.

Empty milk box discarded on the floor. No crumb of ginger cake insight. An abandoned half quiche. Legs spread out. Head leaning sideways on the wall.

BBBBUUUURRRRPPP.! Belted out my throat without my consent. Bringing me back into the world. Covering my mouth and looking around making sure that it did really come from me. Satisfied that I am alone I check the time. Shit! I whispered. Its now the end of the day, well the last lesson. How the frick did that happen! Flapping my arms trying to collect the evidence that I was there and missing steps to get to my locker throwing the evidence in now of the bins on my way.

Yanking at the locker door it finally opened. I grabbed my sports kit and slammed it shut, not checking to see if it closed properly. And ran to the changing rooms, to the sports hall.

e late miss Burrows Ms Hansons voice reached me before her. Half an hour late, got to say I think thats the longest yet. Hurry up and get outside.

My gormless face produced a What?

Ms Hanson stood tall, with a slim frame, greying hair, deep lines of wrinkles, a sharp pointy nose. Wearing her old team tracksuit, he Welch girls embroidered on the back, on the left hand chest and the right legged hip. A smile making the lines in her face more prominent spread on her face oh you are in for a right treat. The boys and girls are now put together for gym class and they are currently outside. Her smile grew as the colour drained from my face along with all the hope I had fro this year.

No. Whispered in disbelief.

Yes! Ms Hanson clapped her hands looking very close too laughing.

Head down and drag my feet along the shiny wooden gym floor to the fire exit door, where behind it led to the school field.

Terror hit my body as I saw they where doing track racing. no no no. plea

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