Ignore the Badminton Match

After finishing marking you look at your watch. It’s time to go home.

You start packing up. You first go into the classroom and straighten all the desks and the chairs. It’s amazing how a class can leave the place a mess. After every class you find chairs askew, papers on the floor. You’d have thought the girls would be tidier, but apparently not.

As you’re doing this you notice Abigail leaving her class. Anissa is with her. Anissa has a big sports bag on her shoulder, with a badminton racquet sticking out of one side. Of course, the women are playing badminton at the leisure centre.

“Come on, Abs,” Anissa is pleading with the shorter woman. “Can’t you come. Blair and Layla take it too seriously, especially Blair. And they’re all better than me. If you came, and you know us swapping, then maybe they’d take it less seriously.”

“I don’t have my kit with me,” Abigail tells the French woman. “Maybe next week.”

“Please. The last lesson made me feel so uncomfortable.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll remind you.”

Hmmm…. Interesting. Blair’s taking it seriously. You don’t know whether that’s an incentive to go, or to a bigger reason not to.

You shake your head, pick up your rucksack and lock the office door. Then the classroom door. Then head home.