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              We (that is, the geek contingent) arrived back at the school at about 2pm. The school was as dully silent as usual. We headed in to sign back in, reluctantly, but rather exultant. We had won. woot! Perhaps that was why we were so inobservant…although I suppose there would be far fewer horror stories if we learnt from our mistakes….

             There was only 8 of us, two teams of four, and Rambo, our chemistry teacher. We solemnly signed the in book, and retrieved books and bags from lockers. We still hadn’t seen a soul, which was unusual, but hardly worth commenting on. Here we split up. Our second mistake of the day…

             I had a double class of Technical Drawing, so I grabbed my t-square and legged it out to the drawing room, which is in an extension to the original building. The class and Mr McCarthy were there, all sitting down. They looked back with a curious intensity as I opened the door. I took a step inside, then jerked back swinging my t-square like a baseball bat as the whole class plus teacher dived for me. Mr. McCarthy’s face made an unpleasant squishing/squelching noice as his nose made contact with my t-square. Unfortunately for my ego, I squealed like an eight year old girl and pelted down the corridor.

             Expert move there! Idiot. Other doors opened as my flight attracted many, many more pursuers.  Ahead, there was yet another chase. I was very confused; it’s normal for geeks/nerds (henceforth to be known as gneeks for simplicity) to be targets of school bullies, but they are generally slightly more subtle about it. Not that I was really inclined at that moment to dig to deeply into the motives of my aggressors - I just ran for what may or may not have been my life. Lucky for me that speed runs in the family (hehe). I outstripped not only my own chase but the one in front. Most of the rest of the gneeks were the targets of that hunt.

             Without any warning, a head popped out of one of the classrooms. ‘In here!!!’ it hissed, with what I felt was unnecessary punctuation. It must be said that the head had a peroxide straw-like bob and stratified makeup, making it resemble nothing so much as a panda with a Barbie wig. It was Rambo. Or, at least, Rambo’s head. One assumed her body was attached, but the day seemed to be increasingly surreal, so I wouldn’t have been so surprised had it not been.

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              We (that is, the geek contingent) arrived back at the school at about 2pm. The school was as dully silent as usual. We headed in to sign back in, reluctantly, but rather exultant. We had won. woot! Perhaps that was why we were so inobservant…although I suppose there would be far fewer horror stories if we learnt from our mistakes….

             There was only 8 of us, two teams of four, and Rambo, our chemistry teacher. We solemnly signed the in book, and retrieved books and bags from lockers. We still hadn’t seen a soul, which was unusual, but hardly worth commenting on. Here we split up. Our second mistake of the day…

             I had a double class of Technical Drawing, so I grabbed my t-square and legged it out to the drawing room, which is in an extension to the original building. The class and Mr McCarthy were there, all sitting down. They looked back with a curious intensity as I opened the door. I took a step inside, then jerked back swinging my t-square like a baseball bat as the whole class plus teacher dived for me. Mr. McCarthy’s face made an unpleasant squishing/squelching noice as his nose made contact with my t-square. Unfortunately for my ego, I squealed like an eight year old girl and pelted down the corridor.

             Expert move there! Idiot. Other doors opened as my flight attracted many, many more pursuers.  Ahead, there was yet another chase. I was very confused; it’s normal for geeks/nerds (henceforth to be known as gneeks for simplicity) to be targets of school bullies, but they are generally slightly more subtle about it. Not that I was really inclined at that moment to dig to deeply into the motives of my aggressors - I just ran for what may or may not have been my life. Lucky for me that speed runs in the family (hehe). I outstripped not only my own chase but the one in front. Most of the rest of the gneeks were the targets of that hunt.

             Without any warning, a head popped out of one of the classrooms. ‘In here!!!’ it hissed, with what I felt was unnecessary punctuation. It must be said that the head had a peroxide straw-like bob and stratified makeup, making it resemble nothing so much as a panda with a Barbie wig. It was Rambo. Or, at least, Rambo’s head. One assumed her body was attached, but the day seemed to be increasingly surreal, so I wouldn’t have been so surprised had it not been.