Mr K’s Favourite Student

The Point of view switch with each paragraph, it starts with Lee:

Jen had been at the school for 5 years, she was a complete brain box, she knew the answer to every question, and every teacher thought of her as a model student. I joined the school in year 8; all that time ago, we barely knew each other, we’re not that close now, just good friends. It’s year 10 now, things are getting scary as we realise it’s just a year and a half left till we sit our GCSE’s. There was one more thing about Jen, she was stunning, not so much in school, so most of the boys didn’t take a second look at her, especially as she made lessons a living hell for everyone else, but the school uniform wasn’t very flattering. Her breasts are huge, she has a fantastic figure and her face is just unexplainably beautiful. We we’re sitting in English when I first realised something was odd, my name was on the board for some reason, I had noticed but said nothing about it, but of course Jen did, “Sir, why is Lee’s name on the board?”, the English teacher didn’t hesitate, “I need to see him after the lesson, Lee, do you mind waiting?” although I wanted to get to break as soon as possible, I told him it would be fine. Apart from that the lesson was very normal, though Sir looked at Jen frequently throughout the class. When the bell went I collected my things, Sir walked up to my table, “Lee, it’s nothing that important it’s just that there are some spelling mistakes on your last piece of coursework, I thought it might be a good idea for you to go home and correct the spelling mistakes and print it out again…” I looked at him, “Are you allowed to do that?”, he smiled at me briefly, which he didn’t do often, he was a very talkative man, but rarely smiled, or gave the student any real insight into his life or his opinions, “no, not really, but they are silly mistakes, probably just typing errors so I’ll let you off, but I need to run some of the coursework by the headmaster tomorrow, is it possible you could drop it off after school today, I am running some after school clubs so I’ll be at school till 7.00…” I only lived a few minutes away from the school so told him it would be fine, as I walked out sir called me again, “Uh, could you ask Olga to come up and see me at lunch time please?”, I turned back frustrated that it was taking so long for me to get to break, “Sure thing sir…”

Lee walked up to me, “Jen, Mr K wants you to come up to his room at lunch time”, I smiled, “Thanks Lee, will do…” Lee was surprisingly late for Lunch, his chat with Mr K was longer than I expected. I sat down and began eating my lunch, wondering why Mr K wanted to see me, of all the teachers, he was the only one that didn’t seem to like me, I was the “Teachers Pet” for most lessons but in English he seemed to think of me as equal to everyone else, though I suppose that’s his job, not to be shown to like one student more than others, and with his 17 years of experience as a teacher in this school alone, it was clear he enjoyed what he did, and was good at it. At Lunch time I went up to his room, I walked in to an odd smell, it was somehow familiar, a chemical I had once smelt in the chemistry lab perhaps, Mr K didn’t seem to be in the room, “Sir?” I called, he walked out of the closet; every class room had a walk in closet which the teacher kept all their books in, though Mr K’s was always surprisingly empty, except for one cardboard box. The closet had a light switch which turned on a single florescent light bulb, which lit up the whole cupboard well. “Lee told me you wanted to see me”, Sir smiled, which he doesn’t often do, walking slowly forward, “Yes, I was taking a look at some of your coursework last night, it seems that some of it was copied from another student, your sister handed in a very similar piece of work a few years ago”, the sentence didn’t sink in, so many things we’re wrong, Mr K was a very particular man, everything was always just right, my coursework folder was already laid out on the desk, right next to where he was standing yet he had made no attempt to take out my coursework and show me which piece he was talking about, then cupboard door was open and the light still on and as I stood there thinking, and looking into empty space I quickly came back to reality as I heard a loud bang behind me, Sir had closed the classroom door, “Sorry it was letting in a draft…”. The impact of the sentence from before suddenly hit me, “Are you implying I cheated on my coursework?” He smiled, “Yes,” I was shocked, he stood back next to his desk, “On the second piece” I was confused, I moved towards his desk, picking up the folder and taking out my second piece of coursework, for the first time I realised one of Mr K’s hands was behind his back, very subtly, but he was surely hiding something, but before I could say anything, he swung his arm around with lightning speed, placing a cloth firmly over my mouth, the smell of the room intensified, it was then that I realised the room often had a hint of this smell, but it was only now as I began to drift into a sleep that I realised what it was, Chloroform, used to put people to sleep in movies and fictional stories, it dawned on me that I was in for something which I would never forget.

I sat outside at the dinner table with Matt and George, “Hey, you we’re in the dinner queue for ages mate…” I smiled, “Yeah I know, fucking dinner ladies…” I began eating, “Hey, has anyone seen Jen?” George looked at me oddly, “No why? Who gives a shit about her?”, “No it’s just she was meant to go and see Mr K at the start of lunch and it’s 20 past now, she should back by now…” I told them.