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Haylee handed me the slip of paper, my name at the top and my scores tracking down the page.

"These are your results," She told me, regarding the sheet, "I emailed myself them so I can keep the record but if that fails, I'll need this back to photocopy," I nodded at her then took the sheet from her hand.

I started to head for the door but was interrupted as Haylee spoke once more.

"Oh!" She shouted and I pivoted so that I could look back at her, standing before the door, about to open it.

"You made it into the top section of the year so you will be learning self-defence as well as the usual compulsory PE lessons." A small smile set on my lips, proud of my achievement.

"Thanks." I told her with a nod before pulling open the door. I walked back to the gym and was immediately greeted by Jameson,

"If you didn't spend the last forty minutes doing the initial examination then I'm slightly worried." He raised an eyebrow at me, taking in my most probably messy and sweaty appearance as his eyes set on me.

I scoffed, "I was at the test, don't worry your cotton socks." Jameson huffed at my last comment and I chuckled as I walked into the changing rooms. Since I was the first one there—again—I pulled out my English textbook and started planning my short story assessment.

About halfway through writing my introduction paragraph, I was interrupted by the squeaking of trainers and a collection of chatter. I stuffed my textbook back into my backpack as they all clambered in, knowing there wouldn't be enough room to even breathe, let alone write out my bloody English homework.

After much consideration, I decided to wait until everyone was finished changing to start getting undressed, as the number of girls in the room was making me feel slightly claustrophobic. I picked up my belongings and walked to a bench that was the furthest away from everybody, simply trying to avoid looking at girls underwear whilst trying to observe; there was a lot of gossip flitting around—I wanted to hear it.

When the majority of the girls were finished, and the latest story about a girl I've never heard of needed, I slipped off my trainers and started replacing my PE clothes for my school wear. Then, whilst taming down my unruly and sweat filled hair, I heard a mans voice boom off the walls. I looked up, confused and slightly self-conscious; isn't this a girls changing room?

I turned the corner and I saw our gym teacher, Mr Manwell. I gasped and my eyes widened, he really is a pervert!

I picked up my bags from the bench and walked around the corner, coming face to face with my gym teacher.

"Oh erm hey?" I stuttered for my words, trying as hard as I could to suppress some shock when I knew full well that there was a pervert lurking the gym halls, courtesy of Avery's misfortune. Mr Manwell's eyes widened and his jaw went slack as if he was realising he was in big trouble.

He coughed slightly to regain his causal demeanour, "Sky, what are you still doing here? I was just going to lock up." Lies. Though I must admit, it did sound very convincing. No wonder he hasn't been caught yet.

"Oh, okay then, sorry to get in your way," I said apologetically, "I was actually just leaving so now you can lock up." I offered him a smile as I went to walk past him. He grabbed my wrist and my breath hitched in my throat—I have been here for about a week, and already I'm getting myself into some deep shit? Oh, God.

I looked up at him expectantly and he pointed to my top, "You still have your PE top on." I looked down. Oh. Oh. I lost my words and instead found myself seeking them in him.

"I–I'm just going to go and put that on." I gestured to behind me where I was previously getting changed and Mr Manwell reluctantly let go of my wrist.

I walked over to the corner and, first, prayed that I would keep my dignity, then, I plucked my blazer and top from my bag that I had dropped on the floor and turned around. If Lexi were here, she'd be able to do this; why can't I? I heard someone shift around and I cringed—okay, Lexi might be able to do this, but I can't.

I bent down to grab my school shirt, whilst mentally pleading and begging for this all to be over now. All of a sudden, I felt as the air had been knocked out of me as my back hit the ground, and hard. Thinking I had just fallen, I tried to get up but found as a strong force restricted me.

Mr Manwell was on top of me. The look on his face sickened me to the bone and I squirmed around, trying to get out of his hold.

"Get off!" I screeched as one of his hands hovered over my neck, ready to strangle the life out of me. Crap. Is no one going to help me? Just before Mr Manwell could go any further, I felt as his heavy weight was yanked off me.

I watched as Mr Manwell was whipped against the wall in seconds. Shocked and scared, I crawled over to a corner and stared in disbelief as someone fought with Mr Manwell—Jameson.

I shakily plucked my blazer from the floor and hugged it to my chest, in hopes of relieving some stress and offer some comfort. Trembling, and in shock, I walked over to the scene in front of me and just stared at Mr Manwell. His eyes met mine and they glazed over with disgust.

"It was her fault!" He tried to reach past Jameson to me as he spat the words and I flinched back. Jameson reacted instantly and pushed Mr Manwell against the wall.

"How is this her fault?" Jameson demanded. Mr Manwell didn't respond, but probably because Jameson didn't give him a chance to. Jameson didn't seem to be fazed by the fact that his question went unanswered and instead took one arm off the fighting pervert and reached into his back pocket. Mr Manwell kicked Jameson in the gut and Jameson, much to my dismay, stumbled back in response, a groan falling out from his parted lips.

I was about to rush over to Jameson, or at least ask if he was okay, but then Mr Manwell lunged at me and pushed me roughly into a wall.

"I'm going to get fired because of you!" He screamed in my face and I yelped as he pulled on my hair. In the corner of my eye, I saw Jameson still dancing with pain, but with his cell to his ear. Mr Manwell slapped me and my attention snapped back to him.

I kicked his precious jewels and he stumbled back. I thought I had successfully knocked him down, but on his way down, Mr Manwell grabbed my wrist and I went down with him. Except, I took a slightly different route to the floor as made obvious when I bashed my face on a metal pole. The world started to blur as I felt a pair of hands shake me.

"Sky?"

"Sky!"

I groaned in response before pleading for the noise to stop. How many times can I injure myself in the space of one week? I felt my limp body being lifted off the ground and I let out a whimper.

As I closed my eyes, I felt as a state of dreamland wash over me. I fell deeper into the darkness and I honestly didn't ever want to crawl back out.

Dreamland didn't turn out so dreamlike, though, and I found myself seeing Mr Manwell's face around every corner. It didn't matter what dream I was having—from dreaming about me becoming royalty to me dreaming about talking pancakes—he was always there.

And every time I saw him he would push me and I would fall down, and down, and down. Once I hit the ground I was left in a pit of his verbal abuse.

"It's all your fault!" He screamed at me.

"I'm going to get fired!" He repeated the lines all the way from dream one, to where I'm at now, which I have no idea of the number since I've lost count.

The worst part of the dream was at the end; he always ended up shovelling mud into the pit I was trying so desperately to crawl out of. I never quite got fully covered. However, this time, I did.

I screamed and struggled. The dirt wouldn't budge and I couldn't move nor breathe. I felt as dirt made it's way into unhealthy places and I squirmed.

Just when I had thought I was surely screwed–

"Sky!"

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the end

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Yayyy, finally, a piece of drama!

Love it

The #skyson was kind of lowkey, but who enjoyed it?

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Have fun breathing, humans

–Chloe

Next update: Wednesday

CHAPTER TEN TEASER:

SKY AND JAMESON GET INTO TROUBLE...