Our next lesson was science, but at 11 o’clock Miss Kay, the head teacher, came into our classroom.
‘Good morning, class,’ she said. ‘Can you all go to the library, please?’
‘But we’ve got science,’ I said.
‘I know, Tom,’ said Miss Kay. ‘But there isn’t any science today.’
‘Where’s Mr Roberts?’ asked Neesha.
‘Mr Roberts is at home,’ said the head.
‘Why?’ I asked. ‘Is he ill?’
‘No, Tom,’ said the head. ‘Mr Roberts isn’t ill He doesn’t work here any more.’
Suddenly it wasn’t a boring day.
It was a bad day. a very bad day.