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“She’s done it again,” I said. “Whose sweets has she confiscated this time?” said Jack. yeare i g h t
“Mine,” I said. “She has gone to hide them in her office with all the others, that is if she
doesn’t eat them all herself. We must get them back,” said Jack. We decided to raid the
Headteacher’s office the next morning, when she would be on break duty. o u t a n d a b o u t

The next morning we were both nervous – but it had to be done! When we saw Mrs.
Squinch leave her office, we crept towards the door. “I’m not too sure about this
anymore,” said Jack. “We can’t back out now,” I said, “the whole of Year 7 are depending
on us to get their sweets back for them.”

When we got in we didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. There were no laser traps,
pits or even cameras coming out of the pictures or statues like they have in the movies.
We looked around and there it was in the corner of the room - a large, old, green safe. It
had a sign on it – NO CHILDREN! We knew straight away that this must be where our
much longed-for goodies must be imprisoned. But how were we going get into it? – We
didn’t have a key or a combination and my dynamite had been confiscated during the
chemistry lesson.

We were just discussing this when we heard footsteps on the corridor outside, heading
our way. We dived under the table where the naughty kids sit to write their 100 lines.
We sat as still as possible, not daring to breathe. False alarm. The footsteps kept going
and faded into the distance.

We made our way back to the safe, still wondering how we were going to get in, when we fresco dining
noticed a hair clip on the Head’s desk. “Look,” I whispered, “that should do it.” “How al
exactly? That only works in the movies,” Jack muttered. We set about poking the lock
with the clip, but nothing was happening – no surprise there. “You stupid safe,” shouted sailing
Jack in frustration, and to our amazement the door slowly swung open wide.

“Wow, look at that!” We peered into the safe; it looked like Willy Wonka’s factory. It was kayaking
packed with confiscated goodies of every kind.

We started filling the rucksacks we had brought with us. We were so busy and laughing,
we didn’t hear more approaching footsteps. Suddenly the door opened with a crash,
almost coming off its hinges. It was Mrs. Squinch, the Headteacher.

“What are you doing in my sweet safe?” she bellowed.

“Liberating the sweets,” answered Jack, in a moment of bravery.

“Oh, so you like sweets do you? Well you help yourselves.”

We sat down looking puzzled and selected our favourite chocolate bars. “Mmmmm,
lovely,” said Jack.

“Good,” said Mrs Squinch, “because you are not leaving until all these sweets are eaten.” Oliver Hughes Y7 ‘camping’

Some time later, Mr Mapp, the Geography teacher walked past the office and heard Jack
saying, “No, please Miss, not another Cream Egg.”

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