Microsoft Word tells me I wrote this in Decmeber 2015. I’m glad it’s getting some air finally….There’s another 10,000 words or so, if you like it, I’ll post them!
Chapter 1
A knock, and everyone dived for cover, before the door flew open.
“It’s 11pm! What the BLOODY HELL do you all think you’re doing?”
My housemaster was trembling with rage as he surveyed the council of war in my room.
“Sorry, Sir, I was just…” I trailed off.
“What, Sykes?”
This was not a question. He was in a dangerous mood.
He scanned the room, his eyes hunting for anomalies.
“Anyone else in here? Show yourselves now.”
No-one gave themselves up.
He knew where to look of course. He yanked open my cupboard door and Little Angus, who was cox for the first eight, fell out like a sack of flour, giving a squeak as he hit the floor.
“Any more?”
Silence.
“Neville must be here.”
This was a fair assumption. Rupert Neville was my best mate.
He stalked over to the curtain that hid the bed when it was folded up into the wall and pulled Nevs, from behind it like a rabbit out of a hat.