SOMEWHERE TO PARK
A short story by Mick Macve
Part 2
"Good morning. My name is Mr. Kowper and..."
"Kowper!"
"Cowpat!"
"Mooooooo!"
"Mooooooooooooooo!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha"
Alan went red.
"Yes. My name is Mr. Kowper and I know that we are going to get on very well this year because...do you mind not making that noise. What is your name?"
Too late, Alan recognised the face and knew what the answer would be."
"Orkey, sir. Paul Orkey!"
"Porky! Porky!"
A chorus of grunts echoed around the class.
"Yes, very funny. I said that I know that you can do very well this year if...what are you doing? Sit down! Sit down!"
The bright eyed boy was crawling around the room on all fours making piggy noises, backed up by a chorus of farmyard sounds.
"Be quiet please. Be quiet please. I don’t think..."
"BE QUIET!"
Suddenly there was silence. Everyone looked towards the door as a large red faced man, wearing a shabby grey jacket, glared thunderously around the room. When he saw Alan, he looked surprised.
"Sorry," he boomed. "I didn’t realise there was a teacher in here."
"O.K." said Alan. "I am here. I’m Mr. Kowper."
This time there was a deafening absence of cow noises. The silence was deafening.
"My name is Mr. Brand. Deputy Head in charge of discipline. If any of these swine give you any problems at all, Mr. Kowper, just send them to me. Especially Larry James there. GET UP OFF THE FLOOR JAMES!"
The former Paul Orkey, his name changed by the sheer overwhelming presence of the Deputy Head, meekly sat down and got his pencil case out.
Somewhere To Park part 3
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