it was last period on a friday; thank the LORD. you were stood by your locked waiting for you boyfriend, lando. you hair was in a half up, half down and your skirt was rolled like any other girl in this school while you had the school jumper on to hide the rolls from any teachers.

“hey,” lando slung his arm round your shoulder, his bag hung low on his back, shirt buttons undone at the top, tie hanging and hair tousled.