No Teacher but still Stuck - Shouting! Ringing! Whistling! These were the sounds from classroom 57.

No Teacher but still Stuck

Shouting! Ringing! Whistling! These were the sounds from classroom 57. The classroom was at the end of the long dark corridor where no teacher passed by unless a lesson was to be taught. So loud were the noises coming from that room, that everyone could hear them from the rooms below.

It had been ten minutes and no teacher had turned up to teach the English lesson. A shout came from the rear of the classroom, “Free Period” and sudden cheers arose from the boy’s classmates. So enthusiastic were the cheers that three hundred people could not have matched them. The class ran riot. Billy walked towards the front of the class, leading the way and pulled on the door only to find that it would not budge. He tried again but still nothing. The door was jammed!

Time passed by and still no teacher came to the lesson. One by one the classmates attempted to open the door but not one student was successful. They wondered curiously why the door would not open. Slowly the realisation that the door was stuck began to sink in.! Their smiling faces turned to looks of confusion and knowing that the school day was about to end, feelings of resentment, frustration and anger began to brew.

Billy shouted “Silence! We’re stuck and it looks as if we’ll be stuck here for a while until a teacher or one of the porters ...

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Billy shouted “Silence! We’re stuck and it looks as if we’ll be stuck here for a while until a teacher or one of the porters comes to let us out, so for the mean time we’ll have to be patient and hope someone comes and lets us out”.

Only then did they really feel stuck. Images ran through their mind, football, and computer club, missing the train or bus home and what about dinner! They went cold and shivered; there was no point climbing out of the window, they were on the third floor!

An eerie silence fell, no sound emerged. The boys looked at one another as if any moment now someone was going to give the correct answer. A solution to how they were all going to get out. Nobody answered. Everyone’s face was blank.

And then a high pitched bell rang, the sound of scraping chairs, doors opening and shutting, the thudding of school boots, chitter chatter of students. But none of these sounds came from classroom 57.

As a last resort, several of the larger boys took out their frustration by banging on the door. Using all their might they tugged and twisted and pulled. But to no avail. Others banged on the classroom windows to raise attention from the students in the grounds down below. Lewis the small kid always teased for his diminutive size and thick glasses stood up and made his way towards the door. The larger boys who were still red in the face from their attempts started jeering. “As if you can open the door you little runt!” “What makes you think you’re going to get us out?” another boy yelled. Silence fell as he walked forward, the class laughed, as he placed his hand on the handle. As if in slow motion, the class watched as Lewis calmly turned the door handle, pulled the door towards him and opened the door. The class fell silent. Lewis turned round to a room full of dropped jaws, smiled and walked out, closing the door behind him.