The bench outside the Headmasters' office was made of cold hard wood and somehow (as I took the time to add up the total in my head) this was the 5th time in the last four weeks of the start of Year 9 term that I had managed to end up here... I looked at my surroundings, as I had done so many times before, and saw a new frame on the wall in front of me, amongst the various awards and sport acheivements there was a news clipping and...what looked like a school, on fire! Getting up slowly from where I was supposed to be seated, I stood and read :
"The sudden fire that broke out at Hepton Boarding School for boys, during their summer holidays, was a tragic happening which burnt the massive building (which has stood on it's ground and surrounding area of the South Eastern area of the U.K) completely to the ground. Luckily none of the boys who attended this school were there at he time, although a few of the staff suffered minor burns and injuries.
We have sources telling us that, although one of the smaller schools in the area, Maisley Manor Boarding School for Girls is taking in those of the Hepton boys that want to attend and will be expanding their premesis at the beginning of the Term (of September) to accumulate the extra students..."
Boys! Boys were coming to my school! I couldn't wait to tell Penny and Rose, I got up to go and tell them but just then I heard footsteps and voices. Looking at the hard oak door to my left (and suddenly realising that I was supposed to be waiting on the bench) I saw the broad figure of Matron and the other figure of the Headmaster who, I guessed, I would be talking to shortly. Matron ended their hushed, and slightly aggresive, conversation and opened the door, looking down on me in her opressing manner, she beckoned for me to go into the office. Taking care to stand lightly on her feet I crossed the office threshold and closed the door behind me...
