Chapter 2 Vickings

Chapter two

"Mr Roddy". Amy whispered staring at her fingers. "He got to class before us".

"Yes, all because of someone won't stop going back to the sprinklers no matter how much we dragged her back". Vicky faced Sammy as she talked.

"Hey it's not my fault the sprinkler looked cool". Sammy said. "I mean how can you ignore it, the water called on to me and I answered".

"You had to answer didn't you, you made us go back to change clothes". I shouted.

"Shoosh, pooper it's not my fault you aren't fun" she replied.

I scoffed in disbelief. "We're talking Mr Roddy, Mr Roddy Sammy". I repeated.

"Yeah so what, Sadie can do her glamour thingy, she'll act like Mrs frost, we all know Mr Roddy has a crush on Mrs Frost, so she gets him out and we go in".

"Yeah right, cause Mr Roddy would definitely fall for it". Sadie said. " I don't want to be in trouble".

"Are you coming in or not".

We jumped backwards in fear when we heard Mr Roddy's voice. Vicky pushed the door open and we all got in facing the class. Twenty four students in total. All putting on the uniform. A flay brown skirt with cream shirt that had a loose tie sewed to it. The boys wore brown long trousers and cream t-shirt. Every student has two and one training cloth.

"So I assume you have an explanation for coming late Mrs Tara".

God why always me. "Yes Mr Roddy we do have an explanation, which by the way, Sammy would like to explain".

I dragged her forward while she muttered low curses. Mr Roddy raised his left brow upward.

"I...I...we...th... The sprink... sprinkler". Sammy stumbled on her words. Then Mr Roddy raised his right eyebrow. "Alright, we saw a sprinkler on the way so we played with it". She busted.

"What !!?". Me, Amy, Vicky and Sadie all shouted.

"We were trying to drag you out and now you're dragging us into your mess!". Sadie yelled

"That's enough, just go take a sit". Mr Roddy said smiling. " Take the floating chair".

"Mr Roddy please not the floating seat". Vicky begged.

"Don't make me change my mind" Mr Roddy snapped.

"Well it's better than the rolling chair" Amy muttered under her breath.

"Ah of cause, why don't you take the rolling chair instead". Said Mr Roddy.

We all turned to look at Amy shooting her a _ what the hell_. Type of glare which she just waved of with her pretty little fingers. As we walked to the end of the class I scowled at James who just scowled back in pretence. God I hate that boy.

We got to the end of the room with amusing eyes waiting for the sound of fear and distress we would make when we seat.

Vicky, bravest one amongst us took the first chair. We expected it to start rolling instantly but it didn't which aroused a sense of suspicion among us.

Sadie took the next seat, then Amy, then me and Sammy. And then almost immediately the chair got of the floor and floated six feet above the ground then it started spinning.

I don't know but I'm pretty sure I couldn't hear myself scream cause it was blocked out by the ear piercing scream the banshee was screaming. Sadie screamed so loud my ears started to hurt and all the way she was yelling--- "I'm afraid of heights! ,Get me down from this torture".

I held on to the chair as I felt dizzy, my head was spinning like crazy and then I felt the chair moved down until it touched the floor.

I looked up dizzily and saw almost the entire class snickering at us, some even laughed scornfully. I bit back a moan. I looked at my friends and sighed. Sadie was the worst. Her light ash brown hair was scattered around her face and I noticed a streak of tear in her light blue eyes but she immediately wiped it of.

Sammy was next to her. Her honey brown hair looked like it had been blown of by a vacuum. Her eyes were shut tight in fear.

Amy was not left out. Her cinnamon brown hair that she packed in a pony escaped it's tie so it scattered all over her face. Vicky by the way still managed to keep her hair intact. It looked the same way it has always did. Rough. Like it hadn't been combed for three weeks. Vicky just looked startled a little and I could bet that Mr Roddy was more than satisfied to see Vicky look even as little as startled.

I had no idea what I looked like but I was pretty sure I looked worse.

We all faced Mr Roddy who grinned amusingly at us. "Well that was unusual".

"You bet your fucking mouth it was". Vicky snapped.

Mr Roddy's grin went down immediately. "Language young lady or would you like to go for another round. ".

Vicky's lips squeezed into a thin line and she hissed a little.

Mr Roddy turned to the class. Who immediately pretended not to look at us or know about what was going on.

"So where were we, - ah yes, we were studying the use of......

The door opened revealing the least person I expected to see. Luca.

"Yes boy, I'm in the middle of a class". Mr Roddy said.

Luca was wearing his helmet so no one saw his face or knew who he was.

" I was told to attend this class". Luca answered.

"By whom". Mr Roddy replied

"By lord Hendrix". Luca replied.

Mr Roddy shooked his head and muttered some inaudible words like. _ always my class. Every single time_

"Take a seat". He said to Luca who nodded or maybe he didn't, I have no idea but the helmet moved down then up.

Luca turned to look at the class who looked at him like he was some banished ghost that returned from exile.

"Why's he not wearing normal clothes". Amy whispered. She had clearly found her voice.

"I don't know maybe because he's my future husband". I think I heard four of them gasp on my whizzy remark. Before Sammy decided to break the silence.

"You said what!". She might have said it a little to loud cause the whole class turned to us then back at the ghost.

"Then why is he wearing an armour". Vicky whispered.

"Maybe cause he's a Viking". I answered. "Or war lock".

" Ew". Amy squeezed her face in disgust. "Vikings her ugly".

"Well not this one". I muttered under my breath.

We faced Luca back and watched as he walked towards us . I frowned as he stopped in front of me.

"You look horrible" Luca said.

"Gee, thanks for statting the obvious".

"Did he just talk to you". Sadie asked.

"I think I did. Besides I'm her future, ego driven idiot husband". He used my words against me.

"His voice sounds different from a Vikings". Sammy whispered.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, browny. Not all people wearing armours are Vikings"

"His rude". Vicky replied. "And I totally get why you hate him".