Jack slowly made his way to one of the chairs in the 5th row there were a few other kids already seated he saw his friend hugo seated in the 9th row. Hugo was shouting at him and pointing to a spare seat next to him. Jack stood up and made his way towards the ninth row he sat down on the seat next to hugo and made hiself cofortable. "So Jack howv are youv doing", Hugo was always taking the mick of different accents. "Imv ok" replied jack in a similar accent. Out of the corner of his eye Jack caught sight of Tony jeferson just a year ago they had been good friends. Tony had been acting a little strange last year, he had started skiving class more often he also had started smelling of smoke until the point when Jack had seen him smoking canibus after that jack had stoped talking to him. "Jack"! Jack was a little startled but he turned around. "What" "I found this in the park the other day" Hougo replied. Hougo slowly pulled out a 4 milimeter metal bullet from his pocket " Woaaah" Jack remarked. "You shown that to the police yet" Jack asked "well ... er, yh" Hugo replied "Hugooo" "you know they'd take it off me if i showd them". "Yh I supose, but still its wrong anyway whatre you gonna do with it". "Fine ill take it to the police station after school, happy" "yep". " Mr donalson I hope" a red faced man wearing a suit approached them "yh thats me, what is it" the man pulled out a small lunch box "I believe this is yours". Jack was bewildered hed never seen the lunchbox in his life "umm I think you must be mistaken ive never oned a lunchbox" "well I think I should leave the item in your possesion anyway seeing as you are the only person in the school with the surname donaldson". The man handed Jack the lunch box and walked away rather quickly " there must me some mistake this isnt mine " Jack called after the man but either he was ignoring him or had really bad hearing. At that moment students poured through the theatre followed by the head teacher, by now nearly eyery seat was gone. The head teacher took up position on the stage, "I would like to welcome you all back whether its your first year or last keep up the good work and remember study hard, now if the 1st years would like to follow the guides at the top over there". Jack and Hugo got up and made there way towards thier guide the guides were just 4th years who had voulentered to help the first years go to there classes. Jack took out the timetable he had been given for his classes they had french first damn Jack thought. He put the sheet of paper back in his pocket and caught up with hugo. He saw that the timetable had been right and they were heading for thier french class. The guide knocked on the door and the teacher replied "come in", the teacher opened the door and welcomed them in with a hand gesturing at the seats. Jack and hugo sat together the teacher was telling the class how nice creapes were with ham but somehow jack doubted this, he examined the lunchbox a bit more closely it was stained with tomato keatchup and he saw that it had originally been yellow. It was one of those old fasioned metal square lunchboxe's. There was a small mickeymouse figure in the centere Jack felt slightly embaressed, some random teacher had came and given him a strange and really old mickeymouse lunchbox on his first day too his sister had warned that high school was a strange place and he thought that she was probbably right. The class ended and everybody rushed outside Jack was one of the last to go and the teacher stopped him before he could reach the door "um could you diliver this to Mr martins office" the teacher spoke with a thick french accent. Jack was dumbfounded he dint know where the hell Mr martins office was seeing as it was his first day. "....... Er ............. I don't know where that is" " oh its the room next to the sience department " the teacher replied the teacher held out a package and Jack took it reluctantly he dint want to be late for a class on his first day. Lord Ubivat reache'd his destination a field of long grass that connected to a river he looked around, there was a corpse lying soundlessly in the river, possibly the owner of this land but that didn't surprise Ubivat what caught his eye was that there was track of footprints in front of him. Oh fox how could you be so careless, Ubivat thought to himself, of course it could be a trap but that was a risk he'd have to take he examined the footprint it was fresh. Mr martins office was one of the many modern rooms in the school black and orange striped wallpaper covered the walls.There was an dull sort of feelling to it "so what did you say your name was again" Mr martin asked "er I didn't" replied Jack "oh well in that case what's your name" "Um Jack" replied jack awkwardrly. " So why do grace me with your preasance" Jack frowned to be honest he found the whole conversation really confusing, he wanted to get back to class even if it was double maths. " My freanch teacher told me to give you this" Jacks fingers loseaned on the package it spilled open reavealling a fully loaded m9 pistol Mr martin tried to sieze Jack but he was to fast. Jack sprinted out of the room and found himself in a corridor there was a set of stairs, Jack dashed for it in the hope that Mr martin wouldnt see or follow him. Lord Ubivat shivered in the heart breaking cold of the river it was up to his waist now he focused his mind on trying to acess his bodyheat it was a technique he had learend from one of his battles like so many other countless times his opoment had lay dead at his feet. Jack was hiding behind a chuncky plant pot, he didnt know what the hell was happening but he knew one thing Mr martin had a gun and that spelt trouble. He tried to think of a perfectly logical reason to his problem, maybe the gun was only a toy like the nerf guns you see in those adverts but why was the freanch teacher involved in all of this. He heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Jack heald his breath and teansed himself. Jack imagined mr Martin walking down the stairs pullig the trigger on the gun Jack would be killed instantly and nobody would ever know. His body would be disposed of by mr Martin and nobody would ever find it. But that didn't happen instead Jack peeked over the plant pot to find a plump old cleaner clearing the hallway of filth.
