mrs.sykes || Oli Sykes

Break

Class had ended quicker than it had started, fortunately , you have no idea how stressful it is trying to control a class of 20 or so hormonal teenagers, unless you're a teacher yourself. Soon enough another class of 20+ unmotivated and exhausted teenagers came through the wooden blue door, they too left sooner than they had arrived meaning that it was finally break time. Time to relax, time to recollect my thoughts and to let go of the stress that had built up inside of myself.

When attending school here I would spend my breaktimes In various classrooms because I never really had anyone to hang out with, it wasn't that I had zero friends it was more because I could never find the courage to walk the busy halls alone to locate those few friends I had. This consequently lead to myself losing those friends, they just stopped caring about me and so then I did end up with no friends. I didn't really mind, sure it was lonely but, honestly passing my classes and getting out of this place was more important to me...ironic how eager I was to leave then when it came down to it I couldn't. I also find it so ironic that the guy I hated to most was the one I admired the most now. You see I used to know a man, known as Oliver Sykes, who is know in one of the biggest rock bands on this earth, sure they're not Iron Maiden famous but they have quite the following. Through school Oliver would pick on me and tourment my younger self, he was one of the main reasons for my self-loathing. It's funny how one guy could make you feel so irrelevant but now listening to his music fills me with such power and happiness. I'm happy that Oliver has found his calling and has made a name for himself, I'm not one of those people who hold grudges against people...it's pointless to me.

Over the 15 minute break we all had I sat and watched some music interviews on the internet and read some writing on the internet, most likely Star Wars fanfiction. I had my earphones in and let the melodic voice of Bishop Briggs fill my ears. River was one of my favourite songs, it was so full of power and passion whichis everything I loved in a song. There was a gentle knock at my door which I almost didn't notice, I took out an earphone and signalled for whoever was at the door to come in, Mrs.Johnson entered with a smile on her face, which was very rare. Mrs.Johnson was the head of music and was always the barer of bad news, whether it was intended to be a bad thing or not, she would somehow manage to turn any kind of news into something sad. ''Miss.Wakely you'll be having a helping hand in your classes from now until next month, here we're always looking for ways to connect our students tp the outside world ensuring that they get all the advice that they need'' she started, this was already sounding like the most boring lecture she had ever heard. ''And so very kindly, an artist has agree'd to come wrok with us and considering you're closer in age to anyone else I figured that you'd get along the best'' and so she moved out of the way revealing who I would be working with.

In that moment everything stopped, clocks stopped ticking and my blood ran ice cold throughout my body. This could not be happening, no it wasn't I was surely imaging this...yes it's all in my head...right!? There was no way that the man who subjected me to years of humiliation was stood before me right now!