Apr 26, 2021
“Oh, I see. I'm the wicked Grisha seductress. I have beguiled you with my Grisha wiles!" She poked him in the chest.
"Stop that."
"No. I'm beguiling you.”
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“Oh, I see. I'm the wicked Grisha seductress. I have beguiled you with my Grisha wiles!" She poked him in the chest.
"Stop that."
"No. I'm beguiling you.”
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It was a couple of days later when thing started to go wrong. We were in the Sixth Form common room, Hamish and I draped over the sofa, with Ellis sitting on the floor, his head resting against my knee, when one of the boys came in, frowning.
“You seen Stephen?” He asked Hamish, who shrugged.
“No. Why?”
“He's gone missing.”
The thing about Bradshaw was, kids went missing a lot. Not in a dangerous way, more in the fact that it was easy to get a bus down to the village, and fuck off for a few days. The kids at Bradshaw had enough money and sense to know that you could vanish for up to four days at a time without any of the teacher's getting suspicious, or wondering where you were.
I know Hamish had done it a couple of times with his new amazing friends, fucking off to London for a weekend, whilst me and Ellis stayed in school and played competitive backgammon.
“Has he gone down to the village?” I asked.
The boy blinked at me like he was only just seeing me for the first time. To be honest, he probably was.
“Maybe.” He said, “But Stephen would have told me.”
“Ducks.” Someone muttered for a corner. Hamish threw a soft pillow at them.
“I'm sure he'll turn up at some point Freddie.” Hamish said, like Stephen was a lost sock, and not a human boy. “Maybe he's got a secret girlfriend or something?”
“Maybe.” The boy, Freddie, said, but he didn't sound so sure.
Some more boys walked into the room, all somehow managing to look posher than the other. They all had their ties tight around their necks, like they were about to walk into the Tory party conference, not a Sixth Form common room. My tie was currently wrapped round Hamish' head.
“Flops is missing.” Freddie said. “He vanished last night.”
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