SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER ONE: Fiery Furnace?

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***Northamptonshire, England.

   "What despicable act!! What notorious behaviour!! This is intolerable! Highly magnanimous! What toxicity?! What detestable behavioural exhibition! How....?" The boys sat, staring at Mrs. Mildred, their English home teacher, whose privileges were surprisingly beyond boundaries.

    "How many minutes left?" Aidan muttered to Philip who was seated next to him. "30 minutes," he said with a sigh.

    "What kind of taboo is this?! Sneaking out of the country for another country without your parents consents!"

 
    "Huh, is that not the same thing?" Cavan thought out loud unexpectedly. Sam who was seated by his right heard and chortled.

   "Yes, Mr. George, you were saying?"

   "Carry on Ma'am"

  Mrs. Mildred cleared her throat loudly in disapproval before continuing her long term speech. "It piques my interest to know what you boys were doing at the Airport at such an ungodly hour"

   "It was in the morning Ma," Ennis said innocently and the boys turned to him with an unreadable expression. It was typical of Ennis to reply off matters but, none were expecting him to in a situation like that.

   "I don't understand Mr. Gallagher. Feed my curiosity"

    "You said ungodly hour, we left in the morning"
    "He still has no idea," Sam muttered to Cavan who ended up chortling after making efforts not to.

  "Mr. Gallagher, have I been your teacher for so long that you do not understand a simple coordinated sentence. Be it day or night, should you not have understood the spark behind the fire?" Philip yawned sleepily.

   "Mr. Hayes, what was that unruly behaviour all about? Have you forgotten that you are seated amongst civilized citizens and thenceforth need to behave like an appropriate gentleman like you ought to be"

   "Apologies Ma'am" Philip said, getting up from his seat.

   "Full composure Mr. Hayes."

   "Yes Ma'am."

    "Now lead us to the stick that started the forest fire"

    "Forest fire?"

    "Yes. Or you cannot identify the source of the problematic disorder anymore?"

     "Apologies for huh.... Breathing out air loudly against nature's wishes and disrupting the civilized atmosphere. That itself is a breach to the tranquility of the classroom?" Philip said, confused at his own sentence.

   "Approved."

   "Wow, she understood that?" Cavan muttered to Sam, and the both chortled again.

   "She keeps surprising me every single time, I tell you." Sam replied.

   "Mr. George, it seems to me that you have found a new spot to begin a tutorial whilst I teach. Mind telling me what the mysteries behind the mockery of an invention is all about?"

   
Cavan looked at her confused, then stood up in full composure. His mind wandering around for words to say that suited Mrs. Mildred's style of English. "I wasn't holding any tutorial Ma'am, and... Huh, I apologize, I mean, forgive my childishness, disturbing the serenity of this hall of knowledge and gambling my chances of sitting with an embodiment of English because I couldn't stop my bubbly babbly choice of words from coming out. It's a mistake on my part.."