It was 10.30 on Monday morning as I sat in the heating duct over looking the staff room. As usual, it was full at break time. A lot of coffee was drunk and there were the normal dreary discussions about timetables and exams. Mr Riley, the permanently angry head of Maths approached Mr Burns. “What … More Leg It (Part Sixty-three)
I wandered back into the hall, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Elvis grabbed me as soon as I came through the door. “Everything okay?” he asked. “Yeah, it’s all over with just as I promised.” It hadn’t quite gone as I had expected but I didn’t want to worry him. A relieved look … More Leg It (Part Sixty-two)
Carter’s phone smashed against the wall as look of sheer anger spread across his face. “Bastards!” The whole office stopped and stared. “We’ve just had a report of gunfire at Davison’s house. It’s kicking off and we’re scratching our arses wondering what’s going to happen. Well, it’s happening now ladies and gentlemen. We’ve got to … More Leg It (Part Sixty-one)
“I don’t understand, if it’s not for the money, why did he do it?” Marie was confused. The story hadn’t come as a complete surprise. She knew something had been troubling Elvis. He could never lie. “Revenge I suppose. Davison had really got to us all. This way we got some sort of respect back.” … More Leg It (Part sixty)
Elvis showed me his broken glasses, the Sellotape barely keeping the frames together. The damage came courtesy of Kevin Davison. Elvis explained that he and Gilbert had been getting hassled by Kev after school when I wasn’t there. I felt a little guilty but was quite happy that somebody else was taking it for a … More Leg It (Part fifty-nine)
I threw my bag on the floor and slumped on the bed. I placed my hand on the radiator and as expected, the heating was turned off. My mother thought it was a waste. I took the sopping books from my bag spread them out across the floor. I mopped each page with an old … More Leg It (Part fifty-eight)
I checked my watch as I stood at the fire exit. Not long now. Claire had followed me out. “You hate Kev don’t you?” She said. “In a way.” “I can’t say that I blame you, I hate him myself sometimes. Is that why you came home?” I didn’t answer “Is Kev the unfinished business … More Leg It (Part fifty-seven)
I think the story of my past came as a bit of a disappointment to Elvis. I’m sure he was expecting stories of espionage and near death experiences. The true story was far duller. “Remember when we did our Computer Studies ‘O’ Level? Well the programming side of it only went towards twenty per cent … More Leg It (Part fifty-six)
The swimming lesson finished early and we were all sent to get changed. Miss Shipp and Mr Armstrong stayed with Gilbert to make sure he was alright. He was fine but he milked it for as long as he could whilst Miss Shipp was cradling him in her arms. He wasn’t as stupid as he … More Leg It (Part fifty-five)
“Leave it.” Claire said. The phone was ringing again. “It might be important,” argued Kev. “I don’t care, we’re going to this reunion tonight and you promised me that you wouldn’t let business get in the way for once. Everybody’s going to be there already, come on.” Claire was adamant. She put in her earring … More Leg It (Part fifty-three)
