The bell rang, heralding the start of their respite from class. They stood, ready to leave the room.
“Fellow comrades,” intoned Felix, class spokesperson. “I beg of you not to partake in the bounty of your lunchbox freely. For we are but simple fifth years, attempting to savour the freedom of the playground for a single hour. Think not of your food for that shall keep; think not of the study for that is after school. Think of the freedom that comes with the simple act of running, jumping and laughing.
“And if you give me your trust, I shall lead forth and do all within my power to fulfil you innate desire for joy. Reconnaissance Officer Shaun, have there been any recent developments that will inhibit my compatriots and me from enjoying ourselves.”
Shaun took a single step forward and said clearly and succinctly, “No General! There is nothing of note to mention!”
Felix strode towards him and placed a hand on his back. “Ahh. That’s what I wanted to hear. Men, single file behind me and we shall proceed to our destiny.”
“Yes sir!” the class shouted and made a line.
They left the room promptly, moving in time like the wizened veterans they were. It all proceeded smoothly until several silhouettes appear in the doorway, barring them.
Uncertainly, the fifth year brigand faltered in their steps but Felix quickly took the lead.
“Who are you to bar us from our freedom? I ask that you stand aside or tell us who you are acting under!”
“You are in no position to be making demands,” a smooth voice replied, the centre shadow stepping forward to show his face.
“Marcus the Sixth. I should have known,” replied Felix. “Will you stand aside?”
“You know the way I wish to be addressed. Don’t believe that just because in 3 months time I will be gone and you will take my place, I will stand for such insubordination!” spat Marcus. “And for too long I have put up with it. It is time you were taught a lesson.”
Instantly, the sixth battalion strode forward and Felix knew he couldn’t back down.
“Men, I promised you recess but this is the price we pay for such freedom. To glory!”
And with that, two powers clashed outside of the English rooms. An orgy of wedgies, wet willies and Indian burns took place, leaving no side unscathed. Bodies from both sides fell and moaned as they cradled their injuries.
Felix pulled himself up and propped himself against the wall, looking at the scene before him.
“What happened here!” boomed a voice.
Felix turned and saw the unrivalled power of Derwent elementary.
The Prinicipal.