We are the ghouls of London // PHAN

•CHAPTER TWENTY•

"I've never let students out of this classroom whilst they have isolation, because that's the whole point. You're isolated."

Dan and Alfie sat in front of Miss Spittle, the women who ran the special needs help and isolation department. Neither of them was looking at her but made sure they were listening, messing with their fingers under the desk to keep themselves occupied, and giving each other deadly glares every once in a while.

"But," she carried on as, Dan observed out of the corner of his eye, she pushed her glasses further up her nose, "Since your media teacher, Mr Mathews, tells me you are working on a big project due in in the next couple of weeks, I'm willing to let you out."

Dan instantly looked up at the teacher. He could leave? He could leave this prison?

"You have this lesson. And this lesson only. You go there, you do the class and you come straight back. If you do that, then you can leave isolation today and never have to, hopefully, return again. However, if you do wander off and disobey, I will keep you in isolation for the rest of this term. Do you understand?"

"Yes miss," Dan and Alfie said at the same time.

"Deyes what do you have do?"

Alfie looked up at the women and pushed a piece of his brown hair that had fallen onto his forehead away, "Go to the classroom and do the work and come straight back, Miss Spittle," he replied.

"Howell? What happens if you do and don't obey what I said?"

"If we come back straight after class we get to leave today and not come back to isolation but if we don't we have isolation for the rest of the term," Dan quoted Miss Spittles words, this leaving her head nodding.

"Good good. Mr Mathews is expecting you in his classroom, so off you go."

It felt amazing to be allowed such freedom away from the classroom which had become his own personal prison for Dan. As cliché as it sounded, the air felt cleaner in the corridor as Dan paced through it, keeping at least a 5 meter distance away from Alfie who was also pacing through the corridors behind him.

Dan did his best to dodge late comers that had been dawdling through the corridors getting to their classes, obviously late for the lessons. Many gave him weird and dirty looks, finding it odd how two people who were suppose to be in isolation were walking aimlessly in the corridors.

As they reached the classroom, that was when Alfie spoke to Dan for the first time since the fight, "You can knock the door and go in and talk. I'm not being the one that getts yelled at if Mr Mathews wasn't expecting us in his class at all and this was all some sort of silly joke."

Dan rolled his eyes, muttered the word "dickhead" under his breathe before raising a clenched fist and hitting it on the wooden door.

Knock,
Knock,
Knock.

There was a pause before a loud "COME IN!" could be heard from the other side of the door where Mr Mathews had yelled his welcome.

Dan gripped the metal handle of the door and pushed it open. He was greeted by many people giving him looks, and whispering going on around the classroom since he was, technically, meant to be in isolation.

"Daniel!" Mr Mathews welcomed Dan with a smile, "Glad you could make it! Take a seat! Is Deyes with you?"

"Should be. He hasn't talked to me since the fight so I wouldn't be surprised if he has wandered off to go do something else without telling me since he lacks vocal chords," Dan spoke sarcastically, causing a couple of chuckles to spread around the classroom.