The Night School
Norman wasn’t happy. When Norman wasn’t happy, everyone knew about it because he whined, whinged and grumbled about everything. The milk on his cereal was too cold. His favourite jumper was too tight and, probably worst of all, he was going to have to meet his new teacher today. Norman secretly suspected he was a vampire. He wasn’t really sure yet but there was definitely something of the night about Mr Howard. Why did he have to go to school anyway when all he really wanted to do was to hang with his mates?
Eventually Clarice, his Mum, managed to get the moaning Norman ready and they set off for school. Today was the first day of the spring term of Norman’s second year. There would be all sorts of changes since last autumn and probably higher expectations of him. He would be expected to tie his laces on his own and, horror, start to read some of the stupid books they had in the classroom. Some of them were about big creatures, bigger than Norman, and he sometimes had daymares about being chased by them.
He said a tearful goodbye to his Mum, until she was out of sight and then he changed into the happy school Norman playing with his friends, nothing like laying a load of guilt on your parents. He got out his bat phone and started checking his Facebook account although he really preferred Twitter, it seemed more Chiropteratic to him to be tweeting.
He heard a tweet from his best friend Sydney so he flew over to him to have a chat. They compared notes about their respective caves and how their long hibernations had gone until the bell went and they all trooped into the classroom where the well dentured Mr Howard was waiting for them.
Night school had started at the bat academy.
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