raping against the floor could be heard as my classmates got to their feet. I grabbed my backpack from the floor as

nse as I slowly made my way to the front of the class where I stood in front of his desk, my head down as I

im to hurry up and speak as I nervously pulled down the sleeve of my jumper so that it would cover my bruised wrist. I could see through my lashes

I stared at him wide eyed. I had never heard Mr. Rogers vo

t the bruise on my wrist that I had tried to keep hidden from his sight and I was oddly touched that he cared enough to ask but I couldn't

ly pleaded with my eyes for him to drop the subject. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall to see that I had be

hat he had asked me to stay behind, "your grades are slowly slipping, you used to have an A average but now you are sli

tening to kick me out of the class. I could see the worry in his eyes, the small frown that had stayed in place since he saw my bruised w

d to the door. I was already late and the longer I stayed talking the more trouble I would get in.

ged. Mr. Rogers was old fashioned and it wouldn't be long before he sent a letter, and th

his frown deepening on

I've got to go

stop, but I didn't listen as I threw open the classroom door and headed down the hallway. I was surprised to see that a few students still in the corri

till in bays. I passed the coach park to see that all the buses had left and I felt my heart sink that little bit lower as I ran through th

off as I ran along the pavement and past many people that stared at me as if I was crazy. I squinted as I felt rai