The next day nothing was different. It was a beautiful autumn day, as hectic as usual. Get up, get dressed and get outside. Walking to school it seemed awfully quiet as I strode through the sycamore trees. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, up in the tree I saw a flash. I just passed it off as a squirrel, and carried on plodding along through the leaves. POUND. I was thrown to the floor, my bag spilling open and my schoolbooks thrown around. I turned round to see who and what it was that had landed on me. Oh no-it was the same people that had been chasing me before. James and Wesley. They were laughing and sneering as I pulled myself up dusting off pebbles and leaves.

“Attention class. Class!” Mr Whitley bawled which seemed to have a magic effect moving all the kids back to their desks. The day goes so fast when I haven’t got lessons with James or Wesley, like time purposely wants me to get to the next lesson quickly so I can get teased again. “Let me make it perfectly clear that your module test for Biology is coming up tomorrow. Any idiots who have not revised yet get revising.” He took a stern glance at me. “Alright class you can go now, Matt-wait! I need a word with you!”
“Oh great” I thought. “What could he want now!”
“It seems as though your grades are slipping Hoyland,” he boomed. “Is there any particular reason?”
I thought and thought in my head. Should I say about them or not? If I did, I would probably get beaten up by them. But if not I would have to take after school classes…

Sitting or standing makes no difference, if he makes a move it hurts, being here in this hated place makes a man suffer no not just suffer but wish that he was dead.
It wasn’t like this he used to wake up in bed and think another day another 24 hours to do good but not anymore.

All that time ago he used to think of the world as his oyster, the sky his perfect masterpeice but then darkness fell and covered the land, high upon his castle walls on top of Mount Kaietus he could see the shadows slowly coming forth in a matter of days it would be at his doors banging and scratching with swords of steel and shields of gold.
All was not lost in his mind he had been foreseeing this for years, there fringing on the horizon evil had been plotting. Over those long and tedious years so had he!
In the underground caverns he had amassed a great army forever they were digging into the mountain for more room soon the mountain was so riddled with holes that they had to build upwards instead. His walls were made of the thickest stone in the land and his people out of love and kindness, he had foot soldiers, he had archers, he had cavalry in large fields within the fortress walls. Nursed by the greatest breeders and trainers plus with their owners these horses were the greatest in the land, fearless in front of evil valient in battle and knew their masters through love and affection which was the basis of his army.
On top of the walls of his great fortress he had many trained eyes searching the land for any movement even though the work was long and they’re backs were scorched by the sun they were loyal and stood at they’re posts all day long always watching never tiring.
Suddenly the message came through:
“The enemy’s on the move!”
And with that the battle had commenced!

Laying underground its quite snug…
with a stamp of my feet we scatter…
nibble it here nibble it there…
hop skip and jump…
can you guess?