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Vanishing Point
Vanishing Point
Vanishing Point
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Vanishing Point

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Into his final term at school, Jake longs for a release from the teenage routine that smothers him like a concrete straightjacket. A quiet boy that struggles to express the ideas and images that flow through his mind, school life for Jake has been a series of minor skirmishes and psychological torment. With weeks to go the pressure is building, from parents, teachers and bullies. Can he reach the long, golden summer of sixteen unscathed?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJonny Heyhoe
Release dateFeb 4, 2016
ISBN9781311463012
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    Vanishing Point - Jonny Heyhoe

    Vanishing Point

    Jonny Heyhoe

    Copyright 2010 by Jonny Heyhoe

    Smashwords Edition

    Table of Contents

    ChapterOne

    Chapter Two

    ChapterThree

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter One

    Monday afternoons are usually Mrs Brown's favourite time of the week, her Year 11 class subdued on their first day of the week. But today is a nightmare. A tennis court brawl has the corridors throbbing with adrenaline, blood-lust barely subsiding as Mrs Brown struggles to calm 11b down.

    You see Dwayne lick him with that uppercut. Boom!

    Ricardo, I won't tell you again. You don't want to be sent to Mr Garnet do you? Well then, finish this register and then you can go to your next class.

    Ricardo stares at Mrs Brown for a few seconds before easing back into his chair and smirking at the ceiling. She can feel the insolence in her class growing. Grudging obedience and routine has maintained order in her class for the last two years, but it is waning. She just hopes that it lasts the next few months before disintegrating completely. Her throat contracts as she thinks of her predecessor Mr Watson, now drooling in a padded room. Even if she survives unscathed until the summer, a few short months later and it's the lottery of a new Year 7 class next year.

    When Mrs. Brown calls time on registration the class rushes for the door like a pack of hunting dogs on a fresh scent. Jake is the last to leave, eyes pointed straight down at the unblemished new grey carpet. His stomach turns in knots from the commotion outside the room. The walk up to his Maths class at the opposite end of campus takes him through both the Year 10 and 11 areas. He walks past the Media Centre, his eyes still at the floor through the Year 11 area where Tony Smith's crew argue furiously, plotting revenge for the beating of one of their buddies, a spectacular dethroning of the 'Third Hardest in School'.

    When my bro' finds out it'll kick off big time, trust me. Since he went on that march he's been getting 'nuff fired up.

    Tariq won't know what's hit 'im mate.

    Intimidation is as much a part of Jake's school life as Maths lessons and assemblies, but it's rare for violence to stalk the halls so openly. This feels like a prison building up to a riot, thinks Jake. He lifts his eyes up briefly as he sees the trail of blood down the main corridor, a space cleared around it as children stand back to gossip and speculate.

    Leaving the passage by the first door, Jake breathes a sigh of relief. He feels the warm spring sun on his face and closes his eyes, forgetting about his surroundings as he stands just off the path, out of the way. The sun invigorates Jake and he steels himself for the final lesson of the day. Maths. He dreads this lesson so much he struggles to sleep the night before. All his schoolyard tormentors are in the class and his teacher's sadistic edge is usually sharpened by ranting through a three day weekend hangover.

    Come on, sit down and shut up you lot. We've got a lot to do this afternoon, Mr Kemp shouts from the front of the room as the students loiter by the door.

    An air of decay and neglect hang over Room 31, the end of four rooms in a wooden hut at the far end of the campus just inside the perimeter fence. Damp and cold in winter and flooded with sunshine in the summer months, Jake feels exposed next to the window on the far side, fearing rotten ceiling beams, rumoured asbestos and the class bullies sat behind.

    "Listen here boys and girls. We've got to crack simultaneous equations this week.

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