0 Write a Missing Chapter

01.04.2014


As the blazing sun dissolved into the hazy clouds, shooting long beams of illuminous ruby and gold across the towering school, the colours danced together and disappeared. Bradley, a faint figure shimmering in the light, stared absentminded at Red Hill School - (his personal hell). Slowly, he dragged his feet and unwillingly sealed the few steps between him and the school. No one is staring at you; no one is staring at you. He promised himself. Realising that a gang of boys stared - eyes wide - at his shoes, he froze. Feeling panic-stricken, the gang suddenly dissolved into giggles, convulsing with laughter as Bradley lowered his gaze. He clenched his fists. Momentarily, a torrent of anger wrecked his peaceful sanctuary. Just then, his stomach was twisted with pain like shards of broken glass.
"I'll get them later..." he mumbled under his breath. Forcing his feet to drag himself into the room, he gawked at how much eyes were locked onto his shoes - (his sisters shoes). Ecstatic, the audience abruptly burst into ruptures of laughter, Bradley's face was coloured a rich crimson red.
"Hey! Look at Chicken Chalkers!" Jeff exploded with laughter, clutching the table for support. "The new fairy in town!" His mind, hurling abuse to defend himself, boiled with anger. Bradley furiously punched his face. The relief washed over his body. The room went silent...Just then, Mrs Ebbel stepped in, her face horror-struck.
"Bradley! In the Principals office, now!"

Timidly, he took a huge gust of air before he grasped the golden knob revealing the head teachers office. Realising he was in a heap of trouble, he slowly turned and took a step back.
"Bradley Chalkers?" Her soft voice came from behind him. He spun around, too quickly. Sharp pain ripped through his head while she approached him. He stared, bewildered, at his head teacher.
"I didn't do nothing... I..." His vocal sound was hoarse as he quietly trailed off, his mind wandering idly for a possible solution. His voice bounced off the granite floor and was swallowed by the huge, blanch ivory table. Embarrassed, Bradley crookedly stumbled towards her formal desk, preparing himself to endure his punishment while butterflies swarmed through his stomach. Just then, he plotted a plan to escape even though he knew it was hopeless. Suddenly, he could feel the apprehension clawing up his parched, dry throat. Bradley hated getting into trouble although, he loved the expression on their faces.
"Bradley." She exhaled deeply. "You are receiving detention for 3 weeks."
Bradley, frozen with fear and worry, was paralyzed with anger... Furious, he clenched his fists.


Whilst walking down the sleek corridor, he wandered about what will happen to him and Jeff, as he descended into the end of the day...