part 1 chapters 1-3
A Slight exaggeration
Mr Higgins was one of those people wewe just didn’t want to annoy – wewe know the type. Ever met someone like that? If so you’ll be familiar with my situation. Like I said, wewe just didn’t want to kuvuka, msalaba Mr Higgins. When he was angry, he made sure everyone knew about it - like the time he broke the door. Jenny had asked for an eraser. Big mistake. He went berserk! He gave Mark a zero in a history test because Mark had forgotten to brush his teeth. But that was nothing. He threw a board rubber across the classroom at Tom; Tom ducked, so it hit the computer instead, causing it burst into flames. Tom was very short on pocket money after that. And then he went on rampage and recruited a zombie horde. Okay, a slight exaggeration there, but it would make a good story…
We crept cautiously into the classroom, knees knocking, teeth chattering. What would he do today? The teaching assistant called the register in a monotone before bidding us to sit noiselessly in the stale silence. We did as we were asked. After a few dakika the teaching assistant gulped and said:
A cacophony of clattering and scraping rippled across the classroom as we straightened our ties and sat up in our chairs. Mr Higgins entered the room, slamming the now non – existent door behind him.
“Janet, see me after class, your hair’s too long,” were his first words, “and wewe too Rhiannon, yours is too short.”
They exchanged terrified glances behind his back. Nat tried to pass a note to Jacob, but instead knocked his pencil off his desk. Mr Higgins turned his foreboding gaze to the shaking school boy. His light brown eyes were darkening, turning a deep shade of red. He started frothing at the mouth. Mr Higgins walked forwards, and sank his rotting teeth into recruit number one and Nat the zombie rose from his chair.
“Did it work?” Doctor flamin’-Gorgeous-and-utterly-awesomely-talented (Dr G for short) asked.
R M I checked the GPS on his smart-phone.
“He’s certainly moving around a lot.” It alisema (no-one was completely sure of its gender, au if it even had one.)
“Check the camera, GPS won’t help.” Dr G snapped, miffed that an apprentice trained kwa the fabulous yours truly could be so stupid.
“Oh yeah…” R M I opened the CCTV app.
Dr G snatched the device from his hand.
“What’s he doing?” R M I enquired.
“Bein’ a raving idiot, just like you.”
“Oh.” when Dr G didn’t reply he said, “So what now?”
“Well, what was the plan?” Dr G sighed, exasperated.
“Which step?” R M I asked yet another question.
“Phase, not step, its highly un-professional” Dr G was on the verge of a tantrum.
“Yeah, I know, but which step?” R M I whined.
“Well, we’ve just completed PHASE two. What comes after two?” Dr G couldn’t stand it much longer.
Cain was breaking out across the school. Mr Higgins was going mad. He hadn’t bitten anyone else yet, but poor old Nat; he was pilling the pressure on him. Asking (well, I wouldn’t say asking, it was zaidi like forcing) him to do things too unreasonable to be published and giving him zaidi even homework than the rest of us. And that’s saying something. He’d already dished out several essays and projects, all to be in for the inayofuata day. And what’s more, none of them are educational. Every single one of them is boring, hard work and utterly pointless. That’s probably the whole point. Mr Higgins had already declared himself head master and no-one had complained. The news of his unexpected transformation had spread fast. Mr Higgins had asked me to fetch Nat, who had been sent to fetch the old headmaster who had been sent to fetch...- never mind. I was trying to find Nat when I noticed Primrose (or Prim, she hated her name) was missing. I decided it wouldn’t matter if I followed in her footsteps and tried to escape. Mr Higgins had not yet installed a security system. I knew it would cause havoc, but it was irresistible. I upendo annoying Mr Higgins. Somehow I managed to sneak out of the building. I was passing a house when I saw through the window a family watching the news on their TV. Prim was on the screen! She appeared to be being interviewed, picha of Mr Higgins leading a horde of children and teachers, wrecking the joint, ripping anyone who refused to jiunge limb from limb. Something was wrong. He was probably the most unreasonable teachers on the planet, yes, but he wouldn’t do this of his own free will. I mean, he was a zombie, but I read somewhere that zombies still have full control of the actions, apart from a tendency to side up with the master…
That was it! All I had to do was figure out who exactly made Mr Higgins a zombie. They must have killed him, and brought him back. His allegiance will be towards his ‘creator’. Who could it be? What I didn’t think of at the time was that I’d be too busy saving to world to be uandishi a story, no matter how amazingly talented I turned out to be (which is, quite a lot) So I, the stunningly clever and radiantly beautiful Hope Fitz-Grogen must now hand wewe over to a friend of mine…
Hope knew what she had to do. But could she do it alone? Of course she could! Hope pulled out her mobile and called Prim. Her and Prim weren’t particularly close, but they had exchanged phone numbers. Prim answered. “Hello?”
“Hi Prim, it’s me, Hope.”
“Prim, where are you?”
“I could ask wewe the same question! It’s not three o’clock yet!”
“Prim, please, where are you?”
“By the station, I’m catching a train home.”
“Wait! I’ll… I’ll give wewe a lift!”
And she hung up. Hope owned something most eleven mwaka olds wouldn’t dare to dream of using, let alone owning. She opened the garage, hopped onto her motor bike and pulled on her helmet, which was zaidi to disguise her age than protect her head. It took about ten dakika to get to the station. She waved as Prim hurried over.
“Hi Hope. I live about twenty dakika in that direction.” Prim explained, waving vaguely north-east.
“I’m afraid you’re not going home, Prim.” Hope replied.
“W-why?” Prim was starting to feel uncomfortable.
“Err-well, your Mum won’t be very happy with wewe if wewe turn up early, will she? No zaidi maswali just get on the bike. And hold tight!”
Prim pulled on the spare kofia, chapeo and swung her leg over the bike. “Okay, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but let’s go.” Prim yelled.
Hope accelerated and Prim screamed.
* * * * *
They arrived outside a grey building and walked inside.
“Hope, where are we?” asked Prim, nervously.
Hope didn’t reply.
“Hope, I don’t like this.” Prim spoke again.
Hope murmured something to a lady behind a counter, before leading the way up a staircase and walking into what appeared to be a sort of interrogation room. It was very business-like and modern, a silver netbook upon a swish surface, filing cabinet lining most of the walls. A girl sat behind the netbook, looking at Hope. Hope nodded and she placed her fingers on the keyboard.
“Take a seat, Prim” Hope said, pointing to a leather chair on one side of a meeting table. This time Hope spoke to the other girl in a zaidi official sort of voice, “Primrose Charlton, eleven years old, suspect one.”
“Suspect?” Prim gave Hope a half perplexed, half appalled stare.
“Don’t worry Prim, It’s nothing. Want a coke?” Hope reassured her. Hope was a very good actress and easily convinced her. Prim was convinced.
“Oh, yes please”
Hope opened the filing cabinet and produced two cans of coke.
“Diet au normal?” She asked.
“Diet, please. I can’t be doing with all that sugar.”
“What about you, Merissolla?”
“Don’t call me that!” as soon as it came out Merissolla knew she shouldn’t have done it. Who was she to contradict Agent Grogen? Hope had saved her life. She should be grateful. Hope was merciful. She read the frightened expression on Merissolla’s face and said, “Sorry, what shall I call you?”
Merissolla was shocked, but still cautious. She hesitated, before replying, “The council gave me a new name.”
“Go on” alisema Hope expectantly.
“I-I can’t- well, I’ve forgotten it” Merissolla cringed as she spoke.
“I’ll check with the office later” and with that Hope sat down to do her job.
* * * * *
“So, did wewe get all that, M?” Hope called
“You can call me Merissolla for now, if it’s easier.” Merissolla offered.
“No. We must find wewe a temporary name.” Hope answered.
“Just till wewe go to the office?” Merissolla asked, confused.
Hope looked out of the window, “No. We’re going to let wewe chose a name.”
* * * * *
“No one would have guessed wewe were anything other than a normal girl! I just can’t believe it!” Prim said, still unable to take it in.
“Well, you’re gonna have to get over it, Prim, we’ve got lots of work to do” Hope snapped. They’d just left the head quarters and Hope was fed up of Prim garbling on about her being a ‘Spy’; maybe she would have to brainwash her. “What do wewe mean, we” Prim asked suspiciously.
“Well, wewe don’t want to go back to school do you?” Hope questioned.
Prim didn’t answer, so Hope spoke again, “The other alternative is to place wewe in protective custody…-”
“-I’ll help” alisema Prim quickly.
“I knew wewe would” Hope smiled.
TO BE CONTINUED.....