The day I accidentally hospitalized bars and melody

One

Oh no. Oh no. Oh fudge fudge fudge. The first day back from the holidays, and already I'm late. I spend too much time twitting about. I love that. Twitting about. It describes me perfectly.

And as you can see, a very good example of how easily I get distracted.

Focus, Skye, focus.

I finally reach the front gates and skip into school. Unfortunately for me, lessons have already started.

Mr Frederick emerges from the corridor. I swear he is constantly there, just waiting for an innocent victim to-

"Miss Brooks! Your hair-"

"Oh hi, Mr Frederick! How was your holiday? Good, mine too. I must get to lessons!"

I sprint down the corridor and leap into my classroom, making karate gestures. The class collapses, but my teacher doesn't seem to find it very funny.

"Skye, late on the first day," Mrs Lomax sighs. "And I am afraid green hair is not suitable for school."

"It's turquoise, miss," I point out helpfully, sitting down at my desk and opening my bag, humming a song to myself.

"Right, since I am now in such a good mood, we are going to have a quiz!"

Everyone groans and glares at me. Someone hands out the papers and we start working. I am so engrossed in daydr-working, that I don't notice everyone giggling and nudging each other.

"Calm down, class. What is the problem?" Mrs Lomax says, looking up from the book she is marking. "Skye?"

"You always just assume it's me, miss," I protest.

"That's because it usually is you, Skye."

"Well not this ti-"

I stop mid-sentence to see Jai Osbourne point at me and then whisper something to the boy next to him.

"Jai, do you have something to say?" I snap at him.

"Skye, Jai, calm down, please," Mrs Lomax says tiredly. "Get on with your papers."

I try to continue working, but everyone keeps giggling. I slam my ruler down on the desk and everyone sits up and shuts up.

"Skye, problem?" Mrs Lomax sighs.

"Yes. I want to know why everyone is making stupid noises at me."

"It's called laughing, Skye," Jai says. "You should try it some time."

"It's called shutting up, Jai," I mimic. "You should try it some time."

"You have so many issues, Skye," he says. I stand up to whack him one and everyone collapses for the second time this morning.

"WHAT?"

"Skye," my friend Elle hisses. "You have a wet patch on your skirt."

I look down and sure enough, I do. I vaguely remember switching on the bathroom tap and putting my finger under it because I thought it would be funny. Guess it sprayed a bit more water than I realized.

"How immature of you all," I say, giving Jai the evils. "You will die."

"That's enough, Skye. Sit down, and get on with your work please!"

The test finishes after what seems like eternity, and I run outside at break and sit on the low bit of wall outside the classroom, plugging in my earphones and jamming out to hopeful by bars and melody.

"Wow, you are even weirder than I thought," Jai says. He must've seen my dancing.

"Wow, you are even uglier than I thought," I retort, throwing a paper ball at him.

"You need some ice for that burn?" One of Jai's friends says, sniggering.

"Shut up, Damien," Jai says snarkily.

"Yeah, shut up, Damien," I mock.

"You shut up!" Jai yells at me.

"Why don't you?" I yell back.

"Because I don't want to, that's why. You shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"You shut up!"

I wrinkle my nose. "You are so immature, Jai I hope you step on lego."

There is a sharp intake of breath from the people around us, who seem to enjoy watching us argue every breaktime.

"That was cold," Damien exclaims, shaking his head.

"Your bum will be cold when I shove ice down your pants," I yell at Damien.

"You're an idiot," Jai says.

"You're stupid," I reply.

"No I'm not."

I have an idea. "What's nine plus ten?"

"Nineteen?"

Everyone groans loudly.

"What?" Jai protests. "It is!"

"Twenty-one," Damien says.

"What? How is it twenty-one?"

Damien opens his mouth. "It's basically this vide-"

I clap a hand over his mouth. "I guess you'll never know!" I say to Jai.

"Skyeeeeeeeeee!" He whines.

"Jaieeeeee-"

"You two again! Every single breaktime you two seem to be at each others throats!" Mr Frederick says, glaring at me. "For constant bad behavior you two are to help at the schools open evening tonight."

Jai huffs loudly and storms off, followed by Damien.

"That's not fair, sir! It was Jai!" I protest, but he walks off.

"I'm not helping at the stupid open evening," I grumble.

*

"Welcome to our school," I say in a monotone, handing a slip of paper to the woman that just walked in.

"Jai, can you do something?"

Jai is sat with his feet on the table, playing on his phone.

"Let me just kill this creeper," he replies, distracted.

"No!" I snapped. He got up from the table.

"I'm leaving," he announced, and began to walk.

"Oh no you're not!" I yelled, and began to walk after him. He started to walk faster,and then started running.

"Help meeee!" He yelled, still running.

"Got ya!" I said, jumping on his back.

"Argh!" He protested, stumbling through the corridor.

"Jai, don't knock that-"

Too late. Jai crashed into the pile of cardboard boxes outside the art room. Boxes fell everywhere, tripping over parents and children.

"Over," I finished.

"My leg!" Someone screamed. "It hurts!"

I widened my eyes at the riot we had caused and began to run.

"SKYLER AND JAIDEN!"

Of course Mr Frederick just has to appear.

"What have you done?"

"Argh, blood, blood, blood," I here someone yell.

Mr Frederick pales. "Call an ambulance!" He panics.

I grab my phone and diall 999.

"Hi. Can I have an ambulance to Elm View school? Aha. I sound like someone off waterloo road. Hehe."

The person on the other side of the phone sighs heavily. "Yes. It'll be right there."

The ambulance arrives within ten minutes. A man hops out. "Who is hurt?"

"Me!" A boy yells. "I am very much hurt!"

I look round at him in disbelief.

"Leondre Devries?"