Puppeteer

Chapter 10-A messenger arrives

Under the sharp eyes of Nina, I was actually doing something productive during maths when the runner/messenger stumbled in the classroom. Holding a stack of paper in his hand, he caught a breath. Then another. And one last big gulp till he finally spoke. (what made him so out of breath?) 

As a previous runner, I know that runners technically didn't run. You just sit in the dean's office till random teachers come to you with messages to deliver. You then walk around the school delivering the messages and notes. Normally, runners don't run unless they want to. (frankly, I do not enjoy running)

With the puzzled teacher and students as his audience, the runner started to ramble, "I went to A36 and they told me to go to A14 then D23 then D10 then B4..." he trailed off. I felt sorry for the guy, I truly did (ask Ast to confirm). 

This was the result of the unannounced room changes. The heart of the problem is that our 'beloved' math class is a computer room. (which totally motivates people to do...games. Especially people like Ast) That meant frequent room changes were expected as seniors often needed the computers (why didn't the school assign seniors to the computer room in the first place?)

 Our teacher (Mr Smitty) always ranted on how 'privileged' we were to have a computer room. To be honest, we do not need computers for maths. They just serve as a great distraction. Which is why I like this room (B4). NO computers for distractions (apart from Mr Smitty's laptop) and it had actual desks. 

Ok. Back to the current situation. When the runner looked at the teacher with hope and a question written all over his face, our class 'clown' Logan decided to entertain himself. 

"No sorry, wrong class. The class that was here is now in C16." Everyone saw the hope crushed from the runner's face. Nina threw a disapproving look towards Logan, Ast muttered something and I wondered how many rules I'd violate if I strangled Logan in my soul-form. 

Mr Smitty came to the rescue. He 'tut-tutted' Logan (who just looked even more amused) and re-directed his attention to the boy. 

"Who are you finding?" Wordlessly, he handed the papers over. The teacher scanned the papers and looked up. "Evan, Poppy, Jessica, Astley and Nina, come and collect these forms after the period" and we resumed working on cubic graphs, ignoring our growing curiosity. When the period ended, I shoved the paper into the bag and hurried to the next/last class.