Discovering Faith Pt 03
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"Billy Soton. You are to report to the headmasters office immediately." Mrs Hollinhoe, my teacher announces to the class as the school receptionist, Miss Copelyn, waits patiently beside her.
The class immediately jeers and I hear more than a couple of faggot insults thrown my way under the cover of the noise. Normally their insults would stab into me like razor sharp blades, but my heart has started pounding and my stomach is churning as I try to imagine what trouble I am in to be summoned to the headmasters office.
"Enough! Billy, what are you still doing here?" Mrs Hollinhoe shouts bringing the class to instant silence and driving me to my feet. I gather up my books and my bag and make my way to the front of the classroom absolutely terrified.
"Okay class, now pay attention.." Mrs Hollinhoe says returning to her lesson when something catches at my ankle and I pitch forward uncontrollably. My books go flying but I manage to hold onto my bag as I fall in a heap on the floor.
The class erupts into laughter, jeering and yet more quiet faggot insults and it takes the threat of detention from Mrs Hollinhoe to silence them once more.
"Billy Soton, you have caused more than enough disruption, now pick yourself up and get out of my classroom." She says and I can see her anger barely in check as she stares at me menacingly.
"Yes Mrs Hollinhoe. Sorry Mrs Hollinhoe." I say picking myself and my things up off the floor as I force myself not to cry. I hurry to Mrs Copelyn without any further incident and follow her out of the classroom.
We walk in silence, our footsteps echoing down the polished empty hallways and my terror grows ever larger with every corner we turn.
"Wh-why does the headmaster want to see me Miss? Am I in trouble?" I ask the receptionist hesitantly, finally breaking the emotionally sapping silence.
"My name is Mrs Copelyn, not Miss." She snaps irritably without missing a step or looking at me. "The Headmaster will inform you why he has summoned you when you get there. Now be quiet, I have far more important work than chauffering sobbing students around the school."
It's only when she says it that I realise two tears have escaped my eyes and are rolling down my cheeks. I fight harder to push down my growing terror, but it is exhausting especially in the presence of the irriatable Mrs Copelyn.
We stop outside a closed classroom door that is definitely not the Headmasters office. Mrs Copelyn orders me not to move and wait for her to return before knocking on the door and slipping inside.
I wait nervously and strain to hear what is being inside the classroom without moving a step, but it is no use as the pounding of my pulse in my ears is deafening. After what seems like an eternity the classroom door opens and Mrs Copelyn emerges followed by my best friend Kelly {de} who is also pretty much my big sister.
Just at the sight of her my terror somewhat subsides as she was the only person who ever cared about me enough, after babysitting for me just once, to rescue from my neglectful uncaring waste of a mother and drunken abusive arsehole of a father.
Kelly is wearing her school uniform, which pushes the boundaries of conformity and modesty. Her white shirt is purposely one size to small, so it fits itself to her slender body almost like a second skin and stretches taut across her massive bossom, allowing glimpses of her light blue bra and cleavage between the buttons. Her black skirt, while falling to just above the knee as regulation tequires, is so tight that it does nothing to hide the outline of her thong beneath or the curves of her taut little bum. Her slender smooth pale legs end in a pair of black high heeled booties that click sharply with every step she takes.
Kelly smiles at me from her beautiful angular face that has a predatory quality about it especially she watches people with her big sparkling black eyes. Straight black hair frames her face falling just to her slight shoulders and hiding her ears which are one of two things she would like to change about herself, the other are her thin lips.
"Are you okay Lil Bunny?" Kelly asks standing next to me and taking hold of my hand.
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