Chech’s Boarding School

The ticking of the grandfather clock shot through the air of the detention room with one of it’s walls missing. The students of the boarding school two storeys below were chatting their lunch break away with small talk. A titanic canon stood on the building opposite the detention room, smoke pouring out of the blackened barrel. George twiddled his thumbs and ground his teeth. His mum had told him not to do that anymore but in this situation it was impossible to resist.

The door hanging off of one hinge swung open revealing the principal with a folder nestled in his arm. He threw it onto the desk, it read: ‘George Charlston, Permanent Record’.

“You know why you’re here, right?” The principal said scratching his ginger beard that hit the desk.

“I fired the Gigantus Cannon and destroyed your office.” George squeaked.

“You do know we only use that cannon for wild hydras, right?” The principal said. The boat the school was sitting on swayed from the ocean winds.

“But I was forced to!” George pleaded “John told me if I didn’t set off the cannon he’d throw me into the water.”

Below in the courtyard a giant metal ball was being rolled by five students and a teacher. Each roll was accompanied by a “HEAVE” and the sound of grass being rolled over. The principal pointed at the hole where his wall should be.

“George, saying sorry doesn’t bring my wall back-”

“I can rebuild it myself, just give me some time and-”

“Enough,” the principal interrupted, “I’m going to have to punish you to the fullest extent. You, George Charlston, have been formally expelled from Chech’s boarding school. Please report to the docks for you boat back to the floating city.” George slumped back into his chair, this was worse than a hydra attacking the school.