Act I Scene IV

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|In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place;|

It was lunch time and everyone was buzzing about the schoolwyard- talking and laughing. Along a school corridor a door opens,

"I just think I should have been told." Mrs Lintott tells Felix

"He comes highly recommended" Felix explains

"So did Anne Cleaves" Stumped Felix looks towards Mrs Lintott.

"Who?" Stopping himself quickly he continues on, "He's up to the minute, Dorothy, more 'now'."

"Now? I thought history was then." She retorts.

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|and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.|

Timms was carrying a soft drink when he spots Felix. Nodding his head towards that direction, he warns Wendy and Akthar.

"Felix."

Felix walks over just as Timms sits down. Leaning his body against the tables with his arms already apart he asks them a question, well more like orders them too.

"Anne of Cleaves. Remind me."

"Fourth wife of Henry the VIII, sir" Akthar answering his question.

"Of course."

"She was the one they told him was Miss Dish, only, when she turned up, she had a face like the wrong end of a camel's turd." Timms adds on helpfully.

"True but she also managed to stump him for a few days too." Wendy adds in nonchalantly

"Quite so."

Felix leaves after that-leaving Wendy, Akthar and Timms by themselves with their lunch. The trio giving each other sly grins and cackles.

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|We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,|

"Great now we have P.E." Wendy bemoans to her brother after finishing lunch. Dakin just smiles, shakes his head.

"You do realise that there is only one locker room, right?" Wendy states, a smirk across her face as the side eyes her frozen brother.

Dakin stops shaking his head and looks at her.

"Well, fuck, what are you going to do?"

"Wilkes provided an answer-get dressed after you lot," seeing Dakin about to open his mouth and disagree she hurriedly continues on, "I was about to object too, but then I thought about. If you get changed first then I changed later, you can keep the boys from getting a peek in on me."

Dakin just shook his head, knowing that he couldn't fight with his sister's bull-headed logic.

It was a full 20 minutes later that all the lads and Wendy had changed, they were waiting for the whistle to blow, so in turns, that they can jump over the block thingy that Wendy could never be bothered to learn the name of. Crowther was up first, the Rudge, who showed off a bit, until it was Timms, who tried his hardest but his feet touched the block and flopped over to the other side. Wilkes was drilling bullet holes into Timms.

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