2 Chapter 2

When we got to the support centre the usual worker wasn't there, instead a hulking brute was working at the desk, his face appeared focused and steeled e even though the chair sat on looked like it was going to shatter, and the desk creaked when he rested his arm on it. When he saw us and more importantly Sylvia, he stood up to attention his arm started to raise to his head However he played it as a scratch. How odd, looked like he was going to salute.

"hello, Sylvia is a new student here and requires a special tablet." I said to him.

He ignored me and looked at Sylvia.

"Ah madam Sylvia how is your day going so far? Has this rascal sent you the long way to my new job?" The large man Exclaimed.

"There's a shorter way?" Sylvia exclaimed while looking at me.

"Uh I forgot the shorter route," I tried to cover my tracks.

"I'll keep an eye on you little troublemaker but, before that, madam Sylvia come with me," the man said.

"OK Derek," she followed him into the store cupboard.

Who is this Derek? He's built like a tank and had so many scars on his arms, it's like he had loads of sword wounds. Not only this he had an odd burn near his right elbow. He treated Sylvia with respect I haven't seen from a staff member and they both knew each other. I pondered this for a while before they both left the storage cupboard. Sylvia was holding a tablet which glowed blue.

"Alright you two better go to your lesson and remember I'm watching both of you," Sylvia smiled at this however it felt threatening to me.

Why though? I'm no troublemaker, really, I'm just late but who could blame me. However, that threat made me rush us to the English class. Often, I looked behind me to see if he was watching. Geez he makes me uncomfortable. We reached English and I opened.

"sorry we are late I had to take Sylvia to the support centre to get her equipment," I exclaimed too fast.

"OK both of you sit here and complete the objectives on the screen.," the teacher Mr Michael ordered.

We promptly sat down, and I pulled out a pen and my English book. Sylvia began messing round with the tablet. It was a keyboard to help blind people. It showed the words and vibrated. Must be so she can see it.

"What are the questions?" she nudged my arm and pointed at the board.

"They are," I was cut off by the teacher.

"No speaking in class!" Mr Michael shouted.

"Sylvia can't see the board," Philip explained.

"And why can't she see the board? Maybe she needs to move closer," Mr Michael ordered.

And this is why I hate English, Mr Michael acts like a dictator, he the only one with the correct answer he says, we're all wrong he says. And now everyone is looking.

"It's because," I stuttered, and Sylvia cut in.

"I'm blind I can't see," she pointed to her bandage.

"then why are you in this class?" he demanded.

"Student support should have emailed you, I just need Philip to read out the questions on the board," Sylvia calmly said.

The class started murmuring until Mr Michael stamped on the floor causing a loud bang and the class to go silent.

"You two wait outside while I consider this," his face was scrunched in anger.

I sighed and packed all the stuff I had just got out for lesson. Sylvia on the other hand just looked shell shocked. Must've been the first time she's been told off. I tapped her on shoulder and indicated to the door, she nodded and followed me. We stood outside, and she was very still, rigid even.

"Hey you OK?" I was concerned.

"did I do something wrong?" her lip trembled.

"I assure you, you have done nothing wrong. Mr Michael is just a jerk you know, an ass hole," I tried keeping her calm.

I don't want to be the one kid whose friend with a dryer, bad rep. Mr Michael left the class and looked down at both of us.

He started ripping into Sylvia and but particularly her "your first lesson in this school and your late how dare act so insolent, I will phone call your parents and they can hear how disrespectful you have been to me and my class," I tried cutting in many times however he kept getting louder until he was screaming at her.

He screamed quite loudly, so loud that Sylvia was covering her ears and making pained faces. Suddenly Michael was grabbed and pinned to the floor. The person on top of him was Derek. What the fuck was happening? The student support working had pinned my English teacher beneath him. Mr Michael was a very tough looking person he was as muscly as Derek and was using g all his strength to throw him off. He managed and he in fact sent him flying down the hallway. Mr Michael came towards us. He pulled a knife from his shoe, it was black and emitted smoke. He raised it at Sylvia. I don't know I threw myself at him, hoping the surprise could knock him over. Its kind of succeeded by knocking him back however I was knocked back and winded. He approached Sylvia and raised the knife. In a fight or flight situation you stay and fight or run. Sylvia was frozen in fear, not to mention being disoriented by the screaming. Before he could stab her, he began to have a seizure. Electricity sparked off his body and he fell backwards. My god it escalated quickly particularly now that Derek was holding a gun. Seriously what the fuck is happening? Derek began speaking into a radio then walked up to us and held out a hand to me. I got up and he picked up Sylvia, she must've passed out. Real Question is why I haven't passed out? This is bonkers I was nearly murdered by my English teacher all g with this guy I just met. Three teachers approached us, two of them cuffed Mr Michael and dragged him off while the other one entered the class. Derek grabbed my arm and dragged me with him. He took us to student support to the storage cupboard. Behind loads of boxes of equipment, I saw a door. He released my arm and planted his hand onto a wall. It glowed, and the door opened with a puff of smoke.