He entered the chemistry class and looked toward the right were Mr Gilligan was impatiently waiting for him to apologise “Why are you late parker?”
“What, oh ere, I didn’t here the bell go sorry”
“I take it you’ve noticed we have a new seating plan” he said pointing towards Toms new place. Tom stood there motionless for a second he had been sat next to Sam, how did this happen there’s only a 30-1 chance of this happening he thought to himself. “Stop wasting time and get to your seat, boy!” Discussed Tom slowly made his way to his new seat, as he walk over he made eye contact with Sam, he grinned at Tom to make sure he knew that this wouldn’t be an enjoyable experience.
The lesson had now started and they were doing a fairly simple experiment, so he didn’t pay much attention towards the lesson. He spent the first half hour talking to Rosie, no matter what the subject of the conversation was she always listened politely and pretended to take an interest. Tom saw Rosie as a friend, but he also thought that she might have hidden feelings for him that he had not discovered she was always staring at him in class and tried to complement him on almost anything.
Tom sat there while Sam did most of the experiment he wasn’t really very bothered about chemistry. He was still talking to Rosie when Sam asked him to smell a beaker of what he thought was just some smelly Sodium Thiophusphate, he placed his head over the beaker and sniff it. When he bought his head back he felt dizzy everything in front of him was a blur, he tried to make out the Rosie’s face, but instead he fainted.
He bought his head back up only to find his tennis coach wiping the sweat off his forehead “ok, your serve Tom, you’re five-four up so if you keep your head you should win, just make sure you keep your second serve consistent” He passed tom the racket and gave him an encouraging wink as he walk back onto the court. He stood on the base line and stared at Sam never breaking eye contact, and then Tom pulled a ball out of his pocket and tossed it up into the air. He watched the ball making sure that it made perfect contact with the centre of his racket; it shot forward when his racket hit it, only to find that it had hit the net. “Second serve.” called the umpire. Nerves were now kicking in; he had to take a short but deep breath to stop him self-having a fit. Bang he hit the second ball with a huge velocity into Sam’s court, only to find it had be smashed straight back at such a pace it couldn’t have been returned.
He tried to forget the first point and focus his game; he could see his fans cheering him on. Serving again he blasted the ball into his opponents service box, and found that the ball was not returned. A point pass and it was now thirty-fifteen, this was a little too close for Tom’s liking. Serving again he found the ball returned to the base line, Tom hit a hard cross court forehand back and started to bolt to the net. Sam tried to lob Tom now, but the ball seemed to be falling perfectly for a smash, watching the ball carefully he pulled racket back ready for a smash, and then suddenly his feet slipped from underneath him. Bang he hit the ground head first, he saw Mr Gilligans head flash in front of him he was waking up. There were a few laughs among the crowd as he hastily return to base line. Smash, the ball whizzed down into the service box, bounced and hit the line caller stomach; he was winded and was now slowing down the play. This was frustrating because he knew he was going to wake up soon, and he wanted to win so badly, flash, he saw his face again. The caller was now limping off the court agonisingly slowly, but at lest he was moving. Eventually he got off the court and the umpire signalled for play to go on. He hammered the ball down once again, it was return back by Sam, then Tom hit it back they continued to rally, this was so frustrating. Hitting the ball Sam accidentally launched the ball just out.
That was it he had won he fell the ground with relief and closed his eye’s with disbelief, and found himself lying in the classroom with Mr Gilligan standing over him. “I ere”
“Yes I know, I know all about your drug problem,” said Mr Gilligan
“Drug problem?”
“You don’t have to lie now Tom, Sam told me all about it. Come with me and we can talk all about it”
“ Were is everyone else.”
“They went home about half an hour ago.”
“I don’t have a drug problem.”
“Can we talk about this in my office”
“Ok”
He walked Tom down a corridor till they reached a door with Mr gilligans name on the front. He pushed the door open and beckoned him in; it was a very dark room with a small porthole sized window for light. He sat tom down on a large leather chair and began to ask question. “So, Tom how long have you been doing this?”
“I don’t take drugs, that’s what I’ve been trying to say”
“Then what happened today?” he asked
“I sniffed.”
“Yes I know you sniffed the solvents,” he said in a frustrated voice. “Now listen Tom! Admit you have a problem or you will be expelled.” Tom was now desperate, he stayed silent for a second and thought abut what to do “ok I did it”
“See Tom doesn’t that feel better. Ok I need you to come with me” he walked out of the door and Tom followed. They went outside into the parking lot to Mr gilligans car, he could see Sam playing football on the field he touched the ball right and blasted it into the top corner. It made me so miserable seeing him why did he do that to me, but he didn’t have time to be miserable he had to think quickly.. Opening the car door he couldn’t help but wonder where he was going. “Ok Tom were going to see your mother” What! Thought Tom he was now petrified “oh I forgot my jacket, I’ll just go an get it.” said Mr Gilligan. Still dazed from the drugs Tom was doing irrational things. Mr Gilligan had left the keys in the car, so Tom decided that it was a good idea to drive, he new it was wrong, but he still did it.
Turning the keys the engine started to hum, he started to drive and as he was driving the drugs kick in .He pushed hard on the brake as he approached the final hairpin bend, then pushed the clutch and made the transition between gears four and three. Turning the wheel sharply to the right he started to accelerate through the apex into the final stretch of the course. He could now see the finish line, frank was on his right they were neck and neck. Neither person seemed to be breaking away he had to win. He pushed hard on the accelerator and then without warning the car burst into flames Tom made a desperate attempt to get out, but before he could the car exploded, and flames burst out everywhere, the car was hurtled ten feet into the air. The crowd look round horrified how could this have happened.
