Ruislip Readers Collaborative Story: The Class

The room was filled from end to end.  Boys and girls sat in disorderly rows that formed a semi-circle of desks all facing the teacher at the front. Each child was more or less the same as the other in that they had all been abandoned by their parents for three to four months at a time, and sometime longer, for the sake of their “education”. As boarding schools went, this one was lenient, disregarding any formal dress-code in favour of creative attire as was dictated by their parent’s ludicrously high budgets, elaborate tastes and the available stock of the local boutiques. For the most part, the children were left to their own devices and relied on their teacher for discipline, loose as it was, as well as comfort in the notable absence of any nurturing parent. These were the children of actors, rock stars, divas and successful sportsmen. They lived day in, day out in each other’s company whilst their educators tried to pass on a well-meaning, if unintelligible education.

Among these children, only one stood out as different. Simon, (though this was not his real name), was always quieter than the rest and although he maintained some tentative friendships, kept mainly to himself and occupied his time in observation rather than the active teacher taunting that was a favourite sport among his classmates.

One late afternoon, as he sat back flicking through a dog-eared comic, the classroom door flew open and Simon’s eyes were  locked upon two imposing figures in the doorway. Each man was identical in dress and appearance with the exception of their height. One stood a full head higher than the other,

“Your highness,” said the taller of the two, “we must go at once!”.

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