𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫? - 𝐓𝐌𝐑 𝐀𝐔, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

006 - terrified teacher

And the prank has started.

We wrote the notes two days ago, and Minho gave the first note to our teacher half an hour ago. Mr Vince has been acting weird ever since. He's been making sure we do nothing dangerous, making sure we don't go anywhere alone. I guess Minho's note really got to him; he's been doing everything just to protect us.

"He suddenly seems so paranoid," Teresa states, sliding herself into the seat next to me.

"Minho gave him the first note," I tell her.

"And you didn't tell me?" She does a show of letting her jaw drop dramatically, her hand covering her heart. "I'm very offended."

I shrug. "Guess it slipped my mind."

"Well, Whit," Teresa begins. "I would like it if you told me when pranks have started."

"Okay," I agree. "You didn't request that before, but from now on, I shall tell you whenever a prank starts." As I say the words, a posh accent slips out, and I don't know where I got it from.

"Thank you very much," she responds, mimicking my fake accent.

"You are very welcome."

She chuckles. "You are literally so much more fun than Sonya and Harriet, they never joke around with me. But you do."

"Well thank you." I gift a smile.

"You're welcome," Teresa says. "It seriously feels like I've known you for years, when we first talked only four days ago."

"I know right." I nod, a wide smile staying planted on my lips. "And just saying, you're also very fun. You are also the only person I feel like I can actually talk to."

She cocks her head to the left. "What about your parents?"

I shrug with one shoulder, my smile fading a little. "My dad's dead and my mum hates me."

Her eyes widen and a small gasp escapes her lips. "I'm so sorry, Whit. Oh my gosh, I didn't know. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," I reassure her. "You couldn't have known, so it isn't your fault. Don't worry about it."

This time, the sigh that leaves her is one of relief. "I'm still sorry, though."

"I know," I say. "And I forgive you."

Unfortunately, our conversation gets interrupted by our frightened teacher making an announcement.

"Alright everyone," Mr Vince starts to speak, his voice shaking as he does so. "Today is the first lesson of the rotation your group has first. If you haven't already, go check the list of groups on the door," he says, quickly adding, "But make sure you go with someone."

"See what Minho's magical note did?" I use everything in me to not start laughing.

Mr Vince continues talking. "Each group has an assigned chaperone, and you are to stick with them at all times. No going alone."

A chorus of groans echo around the main hall, but Mr Vince interrupts.

"Sport rotation is with me, Art is with Joanne, Swimming is with Mrs Ophelia, Cooking is with Chef Wyn, and Camping is with Mr Duncan. Get into your pairs and find your chaperone."

With the instruction, everyone gets into their pairs and crowds form around the chaperones.

"Welcome to sports," Mr Vince greets us. "I know you all should've looked at the list of pairs, but I'll read them aloud now, so make sure you get into your partners."

He pauses as the sound of shuffling feet fill the air.

He then continues. "Sonya and Newt, Harriet and Alby, Frypan and Astrid, Minho and Whitley, Teresa and Thomas, and Logan and Braedyn. You all should be lucky I put you guys together, I know you're all friends, so I expect no funny business. And Sonya and Newt, I know you two are siblings, but please don't fight. Okay?"

Some okays are muttered, but everyone agrees, and Mr Vince leads us out of the main hall.

We start walking, and follow him up a mountain walking with our partners.

"Hey," Minho starts up a conversation. "Are you ready to beat everyone?"

"No." I chuckle. "But I'm ready to slow you down."

At my joke, he laughs. "You're funny, Ley. But you can try, right? I'm very competitive."

"I've been told," I say.

Our voices fade into the sound of our feet hitting the ground as we push ourselves up the hill, still ensuring we have enough energy for what I'm guessing will be a race later.

"Do you want to come to my treehouse after this?" Minho asks randomly. "It gets a little lonely sometimes, and you're fun to talk to."

Slightly blushing, I answer. "Yeah, of course. You're also great to talk to as well. Or in other words, I enjoy talking to you."

"Thank you." He looks up, giving me a smile which I return.

"And your treehouse is so cool," I compliment. "I still can't believe you built that at only eleven years old. You must've been a very strong child."

"I was and still am."

Chuckling, we reach the top of the mountain.

"As you probably guessed," Mr Vince says. "This is going to be a race to the bottom of the hill. Both you and your partner have to make it down to win, so Whitley, you'll need to get down quick if Minho is going to win again."

"How many years has he won so far?" I ask Mr Vince.

"Seven," he answers. "Every year we've come here."

"Wow." My eyes widen.

"I'm so cool," Minho says, pretending to toss some of his imaginary long hair over his shoulder, earning a laugh from me.

"Sure." Mr Vince chuckles. "Well, let's get this race started. Everyone get ready."

We do just as he said and get into position to start running as fast as we possibly can.

"On your marks," Mr Vince says slowly, grinning to himself. "Get set... go!"