Chapter Thirteen
OK people, bus driver in this chapter! You’ll have to bear with me because I don’t know anything about you, except that your name in this is Brendon. Sorry I have been a while updating, you see I had a tetanus jab and so my arm id dead. Onward ho!
The students had awoken the next day with severe hangovers. In the boy’s dormitory, Harry was dunking his head in a sink of cold water in an attempt to try to make himself feel less dead. It wasn’t working. Ron was taking a cold shower, and consequently there were lots of high pitched screaming sounds coming from the shower room. Artemis felt so bad that he couldn’t even drag himself from his bed. Instead he pulled the covers over his head and scrunched himself up. Draco and Spike, in between groans of their own, were finding this quite funny.
“HA HA HA! Rich boy is wasted!” Spike giggled.
There was a muffled groaning sound.
“Didn’t you know that it is petty and childish to tease people because of heir monetary status?” Artemis was still buried in his covers.
“Oooh! Quick Spike, leg it! He’s getting really nasty now!” Draco said, also laughing.
“It’s all that Ribena he had to drink last night. And then with the orange squash as well. I don’t expect his system could handle it.” Spike said, rolling out of his bed with laughter.
“Yeah!” Draco wheezed. “Geeky, I thought everyone knew not to mix drugs with drink? Even if it is just paracetamol with fruit juice!” Draco was now bright red with laughter.
Artemis however, was not finding it funny. He threw back his covers, hurled himself out of bed and stormed over to the window sill. He grabbed the vase of flowers that were there and went angrily over to Draco’s bed. Draco cowered under him, making strange squeeking sounds. This was not surprising after his last encounter with a vase. Artemis decided that he had humiliated Draco enough, and instead went over to Spike, who was still laughing and hadn’t noticed him. Artemis turned the vase upside down, and watched as the flowers, dead leaves and murky water ran all over the now screaming vampire. Spike swore a lot, then ran into the bath room squealing. It wasn’t long before he ran out again having been punched by Ron, who had just got out of the shower.
The situation in the girl’s dormitory was much quieter. Only Hermione was awake. She had been for a while, and was waiting until a sensible time to wake the others. Looking at her clock, she decided that it was now a sensible time. She crept over to Mia’s bed and poked her.
“Mia?”
No reaction.
“Mia?” she poked her again. “Mia wake up.”
Mia didn’t wake up, but rolled over, groaning in her sleep.
Hermione left her, and went over to Buffy’s bed.
“Buffy?”
A sharp smack in the ribs told Hermione that Buffy didn’t want to get up either.
Hermione gave up, and went to the window. She ripped the curtains open and started singing ‘Oh what a beautiful morning’ very loudly. This combination of sudden piercing light and astonishingly bad singing was enough to wake up the other four girls. Cinderella poked her head out of her covers and groaned.
“You do realise you are completely out of tune?” she snapped.
Hermione stopped singing and smiled at her.
“Absolutely.”
“Who’s that?” Cooper was now at the window, looking down into the drive. Buffy joined her, also squinting down into the drive.
“Looks like a bus driver.”
“What makes you say that?”
“He just got off a bus.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Buffy collapsed once more onto her bed.
“Alcohol is amazing. It even makes clever people dumb.”
Cooper glared at her, and then looked down at the bus driver once more.
“Hey, Mr S is talking to him! And nodding!”
“Oh no. That’s treacherous.” Buffy rolled onto the floor, groaning.
“Look, mock me all you want but I tell you, something is going on.”
Cooper was proved right when a strange beeping sound rang out, followed by an American woman’s voice,
“Good morning students. Please make your way downstairs and be outside at nine o’clock sharp. Thank you. Enjoy your trip!”
“What the hell was that all about?” Mia said, sitting up.
“I vote we send brains to go and find out.” Buffy was still on the floor.
Hermione, sensing an argument brewing, stood on her bed and cleared her throat.
“The only way we find out is by getting ourselves outside at nine o’clock sharp. Now shut up and get dressed!”
Mr Schneebly looked at the line of disgruntled students. He walked slowly along the line, ticking something on a clip board. He stopped at Artemis, peered right into his face and smiled. Then he carried on. When he got to the end, he hurled the clipboard at the bus driver, who looked rather taken aback, and stowed it on the bus. Mr S then stood in front of the students.
“Well. Don’t you all look like little rays of sunshine this fine morning?” He smiled evilly and clapped his hands.
“Guess what? You’re all going on a trip!”
“To the seaside?” Cinderella piped up hopefully.
Mr S laughed.
“No. to the practice gig!”
The ten faces before him dropped.
“What?” Harry repeated.
“I don’t know why you all look so shocked. We spent all lesson talking about it.”
“Er, Mr S? We really didn’t.” Ron looked at his teacher, rubbing his neck.
“What do you mean, ‘we really didn’t’?”
“Look dude. We haven’t talked about any practice gig, so what do you say we all just go back to bed and forget this ever happened?” Spike turned around and was about to walk back inside when Mr S laid a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Fangs, get your hungover backside onto that bus and give me less of the lip.”
Spike was too knackered to argue, and walked lopsidedly over to the steps of the bus, where the driver was standing.
“Er, has your teacher got mental issues?” the driver looked scared.
“Yeah. It’s a rare condition. I think it’s called moron-itus.”
Spike hauled himself onto the bus, than walked right down to the back of it. He spread himself across the back seat, put his jacket over his eyes and announced to the driver that he was having a nap.
Mr S was loading the other students onto the bus. Once everyone was seated and the equipment was loaded, he stood up at the front of the bus, the driver next to him.
“Ok, the driver’s got some stuff he wants to say.” Mr S sat down and faced the front.
The driver stood up and looked down the bus.
“Good morning folks. My name is Brendon, and I’m gonna be your driver today. Please keep your feet off the seats, deposit gum in the bins, take all litter off the coach with you and be good little kids.”
“What happens if we break any of the rules?” Spike said from under his jacket.
Brendon turned around to face Spike.
“I crash the bus and you all die.” He grinned widely and sat down in the drivers seat, briefly consulting his map book. Then, he revved up the engine, turned on some loud music and pulled out of the drive.
“Look.” Mia pointed at a CD case on the seat behind Brendon.
It read:
Songs to Make Hangovers Worse
(Headache provokers)
Cooper looke at Cinderella.
“I think we are in for a rough ride.”
To be continued……..
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