Most teenagers disliked going to school and only did so because their parents told them to. Every holiday was a joy since it meant one day of not having to go to that dreaded place, so the concept of 'punishing' someone by making them not go to school, had always seemed rather bizarre.
For a troublemaker, being excluded essentially meant they got a free week to do whatever they wished. However, now that Gary was suddenly faced with that situation, he began to realise the real horror of it.
'What the hell do I tell Mum?'
Their high school had a relatively good reputation in Slough. Getting suspended for a week was rather unheard of. In fact, any more than that and it would have meant expulsion.
Was this Mrs Young's way of telling him how close he had come to being…expelled?
Suddenly, Gary started to consider the consequences about what would happen if that had happened. He would have to change schools, probably forcing his family to move apartments to another area. It might mean his mother would have to find new jobs.
Essentially, it would ruin the lives of the entire Dem family.
On top of that, with nothing to do but to stay at home on his own, he was worried that he might go mad… or worse, do something extremely stupid like go out and look for Billy.
“As someone who's now excluded, you won't participate in any more lessons. For the time being, you're to stay here. Feel free to start on that apology letter and I will have my secretary bring you some other school work later.” Headmistress Young explained. “Honestly, I would have just sent you home immediately, but there is a reason why I'm keeping you here.”
“By now the whole school is aware about what has occured, including the teachers. One teacher in particular has strongly insisted for you to be let off.”
Gary was baffled to hear this. He wasn't particularly friendly with any of his teachers, nor did he excel at any subjects. His relationship with his homeroom teacher wasn't out of the ordinary either, so it was hard to pinpoint who exactly it could be.
“Never would have I thought there would come a day I would see Mr Root begging me to not expel a student like you. Unlike what your stature suggests, he claims that you're a very gifted Rugby player, one he simply can't do without.”
He quickly pushed the door open, and followed the mist to one of the stalls. Opening it, he could see Tom, lying on the ground, his front teeth shattered with blood spilling out on the toilet seat.
Chapter end
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