Chapter 15
Thing nosed Tom in the back. Tom looked up to find that he was alone in the playground. The children had gone back inside without telling him? What sort of school was this? He was sure he’d heard no bell.
He ran inside. All the classrooms he passed were full of children. He had not noticed that many in the playground and wondered where they all came from. Which was his class? With their blue uniforms and blackened faces, it was hard to tell them apart. He walked into a couple of classrooms only to realise that this was not the class he’d been with in the morning. Stranger still was how everyone ignored him.
When he finally found his class, the teacher sat on the desk at the front intently listing to the little girl near the door who was talking about how she died, again. Tom
