The Positively Private Pandemonium Of Penelope Parker

The Trophy On The Roof

"Hey Pennie!" I heard my name shouted from somewhere to my left. It was Ivy, my best and tallest friend. She walked up to me and gave me a morning hug. Ivy is the most loving, most responsible motherly person that has ever graced Yr9.
"So how was the party?"
"Lame without you."
"As always then." We laughed together. I was about to ask if she'd seen Kit that morning when I heard my response screamed from behind me:
"RUNNN!" To my delight, it was the one, the only: Kit Jabari. She was running at the speed of light, her dark space buns bouncing up and down. Her brown eyes were filled with mischief and fear as she almost fell into a puddle if Ivy hadn't of caught her.
"What in the name of Andy Murray is going on?"
"Jenkie. Trophy. Nonnse. Roof." She was breathing so heavily I thought she might pass out.
"Oh my god. She actually did it."

You know when there's a fight on the field, or when a herd of buffalos comes raging towards you or like the projectile puke exploding from your best friend's mouth at a party: that was like the rampage of kids that were running in our direction. Dozens of pre-adults laughing and cheering as they sped their way away from the teachers. "Kit, where's Jenkie?"
"God knows." The rumours around school were that whoever could steal Mr Nonnse's (our headteacher) best teacher trophy and put in on the roof of the Sports' Hall would get £80 from someone in the school. Apparently my best friend Alice "Jenkie" Jenkins had decided being excluded was worth the risk. I mean, she was perfect for the job; she was good at parkour, running away from responsibilities and lying. "Merlin's beard, I see it!" Ivy pointed to the roof, where right on the edge, like a diamond in the rough, shining like a sequin on a Versace dress, was Mr Nonnse's prize possession. The mayhem of my school was beautiful. It was known for miles around for being the worst school in the region and I loved every part of it. The bell rang. "I hope she's in on time, otherwise Mrs Kerr's gonna whip her butt."

The three of us were seated together, in the back row of our tutor, 9A, when the register began. I watched the clock as the seconds passed by. The new rule was that if you weren't in class after your name was called then you had detention for all of break. Mrs Kerr began reading out names.
"Felicity Andrews."
"Here, Miss." The names flew by from A to J.
"Katherine Jabari."
"Here, Miss." Replied Kit. The next name on the register was Jenkie's. If she wasn't here in the next 3 seconds, she would have detention.
"Uh, Miss. I have a question." I looked to Ivy on my left. I was surprised she'd spoken. She never approved of our friend's troublemaking but here she was, stalling for her. I was proud of my friend. "Yes, Miss Sawyer?" They began to talk. I took a sigh of relief. Ivy wanted to be a lawyer when she was older. She was great at weaselling us out of situations with quick talking. But she couldn't hold on forever. Thankfully, Mrs Kerr loved to drone on. Something about doing a Business A-Level. I'd rather gorge my own eyes out with a coffee spoon than listen.
"Now, Miss Sawyer, is that all?" Ivy knew it was going to get suspicious someone so interested in learning soon so she decided to retreat.
"Yes, Miss. That is all." She said it as slowly as possible. Mrs Kerr went to back to the register. "Now where were we... ah, yes. Miss-" The door swung open and a small figure stood there, clean, tidy and ready for a day of learning.
"Miss Alice Jenkins."
"Here, Miss." Jenkie looked successful.
"Please, take your seat. It appears, you were right on time." My friend smiled and went to sit next to me, her muddy leaving footprints all over the clean carpet.
"Ah, Miss Jenkins. Is there something you need to do before you seat?" She looked at me for support. If she was found out that she was the one to move the trophy, she could be excluded and banned from this school forever.
"Miss?" Her voice sounded squeaky. She slowly turned around and faced our tutor.
"Tuck your top in." The back row collectively took a sigh of relief.
"Yes, Miss." Jenkie hurriedly did and took her seat next to me.

I high-fived her underneath the table. "You're on thin-ice, Jenkins." Ivy hissed at her.
"How did you not get caught?" Kit said, always intrigued to get the details of Jenkie's frequent bad deeds. "It was easy really. Just had to sneak through a few windows and climb up the walls of the Sports' Hall and-"
"Wait," I intruded. "How did you even get into the Sports' Hall in the first place?"
"Do you three remember Ms Hull?" We all nodded. "Remember how they think she took her keys and uniform with her?"
"Yeah but how-" Jenkie opened her bag to a secret pocket. Inside was a set of shining keys with PROPERTY OF FEREDAY SECONDARY attached on a label.
"Alice Jenkins, you are a genius!" She smiled like the Cheshire Cat.
"And a con-woman." Ivy mumbled.
"Ivy, you were the one stalling for her." Kit pointed out.
"Aww! I am really am her favourite person!" My friend gave that prize-winning smile.

Ring. Ring.

We all picked up our bags and walked towards the door. "A-hem, the bell doesn't dismiss you; I do." Teachers love saying that line, especially Mrs Kerr. We all slumped back into our chairs. "Mr Nonnse has organised an assembly Period 3 to discuss an important issue regarding the students of this school."
Bloody hell. We're done for.
"Dismissed."