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'Thud Thud Thud' Sugden stormed through the corridors, much like a bulldozer. With each giant foot step bringing him closer and closer to the staff room.
He stopped short of a window, and examined himself for a moment. Serious faced, he addressed his hair, brushing, it forwards in a meaningful manner.
On the other side of the window, the history teacher gave him a smile and a cheery wave. Sugden looked at her for a moment, puzzled face intact, and continued his walk.
The dark, gloomy corridors resembled that of a 'death-row walk', with the light streaming through the end of the corridor in the staff room.
Sugden announced his entrance, attacking the door with the mighty push, which both announced his entrance and showed his state of mind.
The teachers, who had congregated into separate groups, based on their subject areas (and their age), sniggered to themselves and began nudging one another. Sugden, surveying the room, eventually sat down in a seat opposite the English staff.
Sugden's anger was obvious to the characters amongst him, the teachers recognising this, chose not to ask why.
Suddenly Mr. Farthing rose up...
"Right, I'm off out to see young Billy Casper, he's going to show me this hawk he's been training."
"Billy Casper!" Sugden looked bemused.
"yes I'm going to see Billy Casper...he's trained a hawk."
"bah, he's lying to you" Sugden informed Farthing. "He wouldn't know how to train a hawk...it takes skill and...craft, something which Casper could never have."
"well I don't think you should be so fast to judge, Billy can be a very pleasant lad at times."
"oh yea! Well I say he's a bloody cheat! He lost us the match ...
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"Right, I'm off out to see young Billy Casper, he's going to show me this hawk he's been training."
"Billy Casper!" Sugden looked bemused.
"yes I'm going to see Billy Casper...he's trained a hawk."
"bah, he's lying to you" Sugden informed Farthing. "He wouldn't know how to train a hawk...it takes skill and...craft, something which Casper could never have."
"well I don't think you should be so fast to judge, Billy can be a very pleasant lad at times."
"oh yea! Well I say he's a bloody cheat! He lost us the match today...on purpose!"
"I'm sure he didn't mean to lose you the match"
"He bloody well did, I saw him...he could of saved that goal easily...anyone could of."
"calm down man you'll give yer sen a heart attack!" came the cry of a teacher.
"yea...anyway, I'm off now" and with that Farthing stepped out confidently.
Sugden surveyed the room, looking for his next victim to talk to, when his eyes rested on the vision of beauty that was Miss Jones. Miss Jones was one of the younger members of staff who had been brought in recently due to a shortage of staff. As one of the few female members of staff, she was subject to 'wolf whistles' and other various 'chat-up lines'...what with the terrible pay she received, one wondered why she even carried on at the school. Her endless bound of enthusiasm was the answer to this question...she was always the first to congratulate a student when they had done well, and she loved the children as her own. Working in PE, she offered the students an alternative kind of lesson to the one that Sugden would deliver, she was one of a new breed of teachers who brought well thought out and delivered lessons to the pupils...something which was very much a rarity in these parts of the country.
"Hello, hello, hello and what have we here" Sugden bellowed, to the disinterested looking Miss Jones. He checked out her body with both wondering eyes..."looking good laura, looking good"
"Why, err thanks Mr Sugden, how...nice of you to say"
"well" yawned Sugden as he attempted to put his arm around her neck...which in turn made her jump. "I'm just trying to improve teacher - staff relationships."
"Hmm, yea...ok" she rolled her eyes.
"ooo big night tonight...I'm hitting the clubs, going to that disco in town"
"O really" Miss Jones opened up her novel to the chapter she had left it at.
"Yeah, come along if you like...be warned though, I can get a bit 'feisty' at times."
"no thanks"
"what, you busy like?"
"Not really no"
"Then why not!"
"I don't really want to, and besides, I've got lessons to plan"
"Stuff lesson plans, come out with me!" he leaned forward.
"Get lost you creep, can't you take no for an answer?" with this she packed up her stuff and left the room immediately, to the stunned look of Sugden.
"Ha ha ha" came the cries of the technology teacher MR Zuton, he had been listening in all this time...he was virtually splitting his sides.
Mr Zuton was a tall lanky man, who had a neat moustache(as was the fashion at the time), along with Sugden, these two were very much the 'pranksters' of the school staffroom, it was as though they were still in school themselves!
Sugden went a deep shade of red..."give it another couple of months" he muttered, "and she'll be mine."
"ha ha, bet you a fiver you don't get with her by t' end of year."
"Err..."
"what! Don't thi' think thi' can pull her?"
"of course thi can...fiver, that's nothin', I say a tenner and your on."
"ha ha, go on then son, tenner it is!
The pair of them were oblivious to the faces around them as they carried on their 'banter', the less than surprised faces around the room, however suggested that this was far from a one-off performance."
"Get yer' money ready mate, I'm gonna' be a tenner richer come t' end of the year!" "she wants it, she wants it bad," he sang.
"cough cough do you mind" inquired an elderly teacher, Mr Dylan. "Some of us are trying to relax here, and all we can hear is you two, behaving like young twentysomething's out on the pull...I think it's time you acted your age quite honestly!"
"yea, well said Bob" came calls from around the room.
"Shut it granddad, you don't tell me what to do, eh...eh" Sugden moved forward to the old man, who had a rather worried look on his face.
Zuton looked worried..."na, na leave it Geoff...he's not worth it."
"Ok, well I don't wanna hear no more cocky shit comin' out of your mouth again alright...or you'll 'av it."
"Ok ok, please go", pleaded ol' Dylan.
"Come on, lets go" Zuton pulled Sugden away from the room and into the receding corridors.
