Thursday Morning, Week 4

You head to school early, just to check everyone is alright. They are, but the events of Wednesday evening have already filtered through the school. Students gather in groups, their conversations whispered, their eyes glancing out as they see you pass.

The staff room is no different. Spencer is the focus of a group of women, Abigail among them, Anissa at the periphery, silent. Spencer’s version of the story appears to frighten her. Layla struts through the corridors like a returning champion. Blair’s the only one who unaffected.

“Some of them didn’t realise what a bad-ass Layla is,” Krystal jokes to you as you get a coffee. “She’s already been called up by Dr Stricture to explain what happened.”

“No-one’s in trouble.”

“No, only those fools who tried to take on Blair and Layla. No-one here.”

She chuckles. Then you’re all being rounded up for assembly.