“Come on Alice! It’ll be fun!” A girl with brown plaits hanging over her shoulder begs. A blonde girl shakes her head hard. “Alice, please!”
“No, Lizzie. I can’t, you know that. Mother will kill me if I do!” The blonde girl tells her friend, taking out her phone. “Besides, Mr Macbeth isn’t in today, we’ve got Mrs Greek.” Her friend sighs heartily.
“You’re no fun.” She grumbles. “At least Mr Macbeth isn’t in. That must be a good-” She stops talking suddenly and her face pales. “Oh no.”
“Elizabeth? What is it Lizzie?” The girl called Elizabeth points over her friends’ shoulder. The hall goes silent. A man dressed all in black walks slowly towards the two girls. No one moves a muscle as the man turns and walks into a classroom. Once the door closes, everyone makes haste, grabbing what they need for their next class and running from the hall.
“Alice?” Elizabeth squeaks. The blonde she called Alice makes no reply. “Alice! Alice Kingsligh!” Elizabeth snaps her fingers in front of the older girls face.
“Huh? What?” Alice replies.
“Ugh! You are impossible! I said, do you think we have Mrs Greek? I haven’t seen her all day, and she’s my Latin teacher class one.”
“Wait, what?! She never misses a day! And her car’s here, so she must be in.” Alice shuts her locker and looks at Elizabeth. “Besides,” she smiles. “If she’s not in, we’ll know something’s up. The school will look into it.”
“Fine. Let’s go.” The two girls walk to the classroom that the strange man went into, but Alice stops. “Alice?”
“Oh, don’t worry. Just thought I forgot something. But no, I haven’t.” Elizabeth gives a small ‘humph’ but leaves it, and the two enter the classroom.
“Take your seats.” The man orders from the desk. He doesn’t even look up from his paper work. Alice and Elizabeth sit down at a desk at the very back of the room, where they would be hidden from view of the teacher, and would be able to look out of the window. The class fills up quickly and the man starts up the register.
“Ale?”
“Here, sir.” Martha calls.
“Butch?”
“Yes sir?” The teacher eyes Mathew meaningfully. No one says anything more than ‘Here sir’ or ‘Here’, with the exception of James, a small brunette that was sat in front of Alice and Elizabeth. When he gets to the K’s, he stops.
“Kingsligh … Kingsligh … Alice Kingsligh …” He mutters under his breath. “Kingsligh.”
“Here, sir.” Alice calls, before going back to whispering to her friends.
“So, I saw Mathew kissing Lottie just now.” James mutters to the two girls sat behind him. In a class of forty, it’s hard to know when people are talking or dozing off. Alice sighs and leans her head on the desk.
“You sure?” Elizabeth hisses, her eyes wide in shock. The small boy James nods at her solemnly, but just as he opens his mouth to say something, a shadow falls across them. They freeze, and Alice’s head shoots up in shock.
“If you have something more important to say than why I am your teacher, and then please, tell us all what this important thing is.” Elizabeth and James look up at the owner of the voice, gulping. All eyes were on them now.
“No, sorry sir.” They say; their eyes wide in fear.
“Very well, eyes on me please.” He looks at Alice, who had her head on the desk again. “Kingsligh, go to the nurse.” She looks up at him, and sighs.
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The Lost city of Atlantis
Historical FictionA story about a girl who thought she was ordinary, but was really quite the oposit. Join the charecters as they venture into lands unknown, meet others as they try to find the truth of her past.