floating

Taking a deep breath, Simon clenched his bag close to him and walked through the college doors, beforehand straightening his tie and adjusting his collar slightly. Simon was a 18 year old, tall, well built lad with admirable muscles, and short slick hair, some of the girls seemed to love it. He headed straight from the entrance to his first class with was Chemistry, rather boring but still a chance to sit next to Rachael. She was such a gorgeous girl, she had a sweet scent of perfume and flowing straight hair which she swished around to show off.

The afternoon was a bit of a blur. The police had been called and the school was soon overrun by yellow jacketed scene of crime officers, forensics teams and the mass media clamouring to get a story to go with the bizarre events that unfolded just after lunchtime. Katie and Leanna had both spent the last hour and a half walking around in a daze, being questioned by serious looking men and comforted by well meaning policewomen; they were in shock, after all they had just witnessed a popular young maths teacher pump up like a balloon and explode like one too.