Wednesday, 23 April 2014

T is for Truancy

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"I'm not going, someone will see us, what if we get caught?" Dylan peered through the mesh and across the wide open space.
"Then stay here and keep watch," Saffron replied scornfully. "I want to see what the real world is like."
She scrambled through the hole in the fence and skirted the field, trying to keep out of sight. Her heart pounded as she approached the buildings but no one seemed to be about, in fact an eerie hush hung over the whole place. She peered into one of the windows. The people inside sat at small tables in rows, heads bent over, while someone at the front of the room walked back and forth, and occasionally wrote something on a large board. She watched in curious fascination. What were they doing, and why? No one spoke, or moved. One of the boys glanced up from his writing and saw her, she smiled and waved. Without warning the person at the front crossed the room in a few strides and threw open the window.
"What are you doing out there?" he demanded. "Why are you not in class? Where's your uniform?"
She stumbled backwards dumbfounded, then turned and fled.

(Truancy for hippy home educators:-)

(Words for my flash fiction A to Z supplied spontaneously by Monkey.)
(Linking back to the A to Z challenge)

1 comment:

  1. Sounds interesting, a good read. Here from a-z
    Sandy at Traveling Suitcase

    I see you're a knitter...I am too, though I never understood what people did with those hexipuff's...your blog is the first where I've seen someone making something with them.. That quilt will be super warm and then some. Your newest follower


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