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Sarah
For one so young, Sarah Pickles was far from being a sight for sore eyes.
From her carefully chosen brown corduroy below the knee skirt, thick beige
tights and floral blouse and cardigan to her sensible flat black shoes she
looked dowdy, plain and uninteresting. Her hair in a tight bun and no
makeup. She looked absolutely perfect.
Perfect that is for her current assignment. At 27, she was in fact
gorgeous to look at with legs that never ended on sky high heels but not
today. Hair like the corn in the field, blowing in waves with the wind. A
face that made men walk into lampposts as they stared at her. A cleavage
when visible that it was possible to get lost down for weeks. But not
today. It was an annual thing that started just over 10 years ago.
Something she thought of now as a duty but one that had to be done.
Sarah had been the head girl of St Stephens ( With a ph not V) when it was
still just a girls school or "Gals" as her headmistress used to call them.
She was head girl for her academic achievements, her social skills and
just a jolly nice gal. It was Miss Kimber-Jones who had suggested that as
a leaving head gal it would be nice for her to return to the school once a
year to show the pupils still there of how she had got on since leaving
school, maybe perform some honorary function as befitted an ex head girl.
So until the school had become co-ed, Miss Kimber -Jones retired, it had
all been absolutely spiffing. Then boys were introduced. It was one thing
for a girl like her teach and supervise other younger girls who respected
her for her achievements and her attitude to business and getting on in
life but something totally different once boys were there.
The first year it happened, Sarah had gone to the school again to talk to
the sixth form about how much opportunity there was for intelligent young
people to grasp and progress themselves through life.Her motivational
speech was now fine tuned. She had made the fatal mistake of using the
same line she had used last year to the girls. 'Just look at me now.."
About to carry on to explain about how she had started a P.R, company, now
grown to employing many people, ok, 6, successful, enjoying the fruits of
her labours. But that wasn't going to happen. The " Just look at me now "
had invited the entire male testosterone field male population of the
sixth form to do just that accompanied by various ribald comments I won't
repeat on here. Her embarrassment was complete so after cutting short her
speech, wishing she handy actually worn such a short skirt she gave them
short shrift and departed.
The headmasters profuse apologies and pleading had weakened her resolve
and as part of her duties she had volunteered to act as invigilator at
some of the exams to support her old school and its worn down
teachers.Having vowed never to put herself in the position of being cannon
fodder for the boys again she made sure she didn't attract attention or
give the heathens anything to get excited about.
So Miss Pickles had the arduous task today of watching over 9 pupils as
they completed their final Art examination. She had checked on the room
they would be using.No bits of paper stuck to desks, nothing on the walls
to help them and only pens, pencils and a ruler on he desks. Sorted. She
had her own desk at the front of the class with another one at the back
and after sampling the comfort of the chairs , decided the one at the back
was the more comfortable so she would alternate between the two after each
quiet wander up and down she was required to make.
At the appointed hour, the condemned pupils filed in and began finding
seats that they preferred. A mixed group made up of more boys than girls
as they filtered themselves out, more girls at the front, the usual
hopeless shuffle as the boys tried to hide at the back. With only 9
sitting the exam the desks were arranged in twos with the odd one out
being at the back in front of her desk and a little to one side. This
ensured her beady eyes could survey the entire room from either front of
back and as the number sitting was less the 12, only required one
invigilator.
Katie had decided before even entering the room that she wanted to be at
the back, out of everyones eyes as much as possible. She almost elbowed
one of the boys out of the way to get the seat right at the back, far
away from the woman in charge as well. A boy would have been sweating but
as a girl, she just glowed. With her blazer on over her jumper she was
actually glowing like a pig so after sitting down at the very back,
slipped her blazer off. And sat hunched over her desk awaiting the
commencement of hostilities with the exam paper.
Miss Pickles intoned the list of instructions hey had all heard so many
times before. No talking , no trying to look at somebody else paper, Yada
yada. With a glance at her watch and the clock at the front of the class
she announced " You have one and half hours starting from now to complete
your paper. Any problems, put your hand up and I will come to you. You
may turn over your papers" and orrff you go." (as Miss Kimber -Jones would
have said).
The first minute of an exam was always the same she thought as she
surveyed the pupils. Those that read the first question and started, those
that read the whole paper and then began and those that read the whole
paper and then looked up at the ceiling in despair. She noted the studious
ones who knuckled straight down, the despairing ones and the work my way
slowly through it ones, mentally categorising them. As it was an art exam,
cheating was unlikely so for the next 90 minutes, all she had to do was
keep an eye on them and try to stay awake.
Katie was pleasantly surprised to find she knew some of the answers and
began to fill her paper with her pearls of wisdom. With everyone sitting
in front of her she was able to relax and concentrate on her paper without
fear of being discovered. That was of course until she saw the teacher
woman begin to walk slowly and quietly around the classroom.Sarah's shoes
made a very quiet squeak each time her right foot came down. Trying to
make as little noise as possible she continued her walk through the desks
until she reached the back of the class and sat down at her other desk.
Katie was aware of the teacher sitting down behind her and to the side.
Her heart thumped at the thought and she slumped further over her desk as
she worked. In her mind, her bra strap would be less likely to be spotted
in that position. Gradually she got over her initial fear and carried on
working at her paper.
From Sarah's position at the back she began to mentally run through her
shopping list for the way home whilst still peering occasionally at the
pupils in front of her. After about 15 mins she decided to change ends so
to speak and got to her feet as quietly as she could and began the slow
walk to the front again. It was probably Katie still wearing her jumper on
such a hot day, with the other pupils in just shirt sleeves that actually
made her stand out a bit. As she inched her way to the front she ran
through the likely reasons in her mind. Cold, possibly. Fragile child,
possibly. Not enough brains to take it off when hot, possibly. Cheat notes
hidden up the sleeves, possibly. Unable to reach a conclusion she took her
seat at the front again and decided to watch Katie closely. The child
seemed to be working at the paper, no activity around his sleeves. Maybe
she was wrong. Fragile she decided. For the next 15 mins she thought of
everything and anything to keep her mind awake as the pupils worked on.
Time for a wander Sarah decided and began her slow, squeaking progress
towards the back of the class, glancing at the pupils as she went. Nearing
the fragile boy she saw how he was hunched over his paper, working away.
His head slightly on one side she caught a glimpse of a gold looking stud
in his ear. With the length of his hair and an earring a fragile hippy boy
she decided and sat down at the back.As she was deciding whether it was
going to be the salmon or the pasta for tea the boys hair caught her eye.
For a boy it was remarkable clean looking and obviously well brushed as it
almost shone. Hmm, maybe its time I changed my shampoo she thought. Maybe
I should ask him what he uses. Obviously delusions of grandeur she thought
looking at his shoes. Any boy that has to have a shoe lift to gain height
must have a height complex she thought.
Time gradually passed and with relief Sarah was able to stand up again to
change ends once more but at least the exam was half way through. Her mind
now deciding on which wine she fancied with supper, Chablis or Pinot...As he
passed the hippy boy she could see his bra strap through his jumper. Bit
of a fashion Faux Pas, squeaking her way to the front. It was probably
only 3 steps before her thought actually registered. Without breaking
step, she continued with her mind racing. Got her! Cheating little cow.
She had read about these things before in her magazines. Thick boy needs
good exam result, gets sister to sit exam for him. Or vice versa in some
cases. `Well she wasn't going to get away with it today she thought.
Once back in her seat at the front she looked intently at the girl ,
pretending to be a boy, still working away. There was for a moment a doubt
in her mind but, bra strap, shoes with a little heel, earring, nice hair,
( cow, it shined more than her own). Like a chess player Sarah thought
through all the ways she could prove it and then catch the little minx at
her game. She ran through the time frame in her mind, 15 minutes sitting
here, then back for 15 and then up here. At that rate she would only get a
good look at her twice more. So...ten minute patrols from now on. It would
make it easier at the end to grab her from behind if she made a run for
it.
Ten minutes is a long time when you want it to pass. Eventually Sarah was
able to make her way back past the girl, her eyes never leaving her or
missing any detail. Nice hair, earings, heels , bra, all the clues said
girl in disguise... except perhaps for the hands. She sat down once more and
observed the girl from behind. It was a girl, she was sure it was
..perhaps. Her further visual examination of her could see the cut of her
trousers wasnt quite a boys, the waist was higher and it looked like the
legs were wider. It was a girl, she was sure. The scrutiny that she put
the girl through from behind was severe but other than the things she had
already seen had convinced her. Ex Head girl uncovers cheating in exams.
Being in PR any publicity is good publicity she thought.
Her time was up, ten minutes had passed, the time had come to return to
the front of the class one more time and look at her from the front. But
on the way, a little pressure for the little madam. She rose to her feet
and began the slow walk back to the front but as she passed the girl, she
put her hand on her back, running it down over the visible bra strap and
clasp. ..and continued her walk. A self satisfied mental smile as the girl
now knew she had been discovered for sure. Once at her seat she turned and
looked straight at the girl. Her face was now chalky white, her eyes
filled with fear and tears. The satisfaction Sarah now felt was immense.
She had caught somebody daring to try to cheat in her exam. Picking up
her pen, she searched through the list of names and found Kevin Blake
against the name card he had taken. Well "Kevin" you and I will be having
a little chat at the end of this exam.
Her excitement rose as the time ticked away to the last ten minutes
allowing her to return to the back of the class and tighten the screws.
Whilst not a sadist as such, there was some degree of pleasure at watching
somebody else suffer.She smiled as she passed the girl, now secure in the
knowledge that the girl had been discovered and would no doubt be exposed
as a cheat in a few minutes. Sarah sat down for the last time at the back
and began to plan her exposure. It was all planned inter mind until...until
the girl reached behind her and began to scratch her arse. Woah! Sarah
thought, a heathen girl at that.Thats disgusting. Yuck, just like a boy....
She couldn't be wrong surely. All the signs were there. Heels bra hair
trousers earrings ... A girl pretending to be a boy...or a boy pretending to
be a girl? With time now running down before she would make her exposure
she ran through it all again. From behind, boy but wearing a bra, heels
maybe girls trousers, nice hair. From the front, boy, nice hair, earring.
The face she had looked at from the front? Boy? Girl? The doubt now began
to run through her. Ok, expose the boy for wearing girls things. With
school policy now on that sort of thing it was probably allowed. Bad move,
bad publicity. But if it was a girl how could she even prove that? Short
of a strip search she was stumped.
Time ran out for her grand exposure, the clock was ticking out the last
minute. Sarah rose to her feet and squeaked her way to the front of the
class for the last time as the second hand rose to the vertical position.
" Put down your pens now please.Times up. Collect your things and bring
your papers up to me as you leave" The general melee as eight pupils
hurriedly moved to escape the torture of the final exam and hand in their
papers, whooping and cheering as they left the classroom leaving only
Kevin to shuffle forward to the front. With him now standing right in
front of her Sarah still wasn't sure. She could minutely examine his face,
is complexion, his hair ...and still she wasn't sure. His eyes still showed
that gut wrenching fear they had displayed earlier. She desperately wanted
to know. As he handed in his paper she looked at him and asked "Boy ..or
Girl?' With the merest hint of a smile, Katie shook her hair out and
whispered" Yes Miss" and walked out of the room, the school and onto
another life.
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