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Standing in the doorway was the head teacher Mr Manning, he was quite a strict headteacher but a fair one at that. “Why did you lock yourself in your own classroom Emma?” he asked walking into the classroom and turning to face her a perplexed look on his face.
“I had some essays I needed to mark and I didn’t want to be disturbed” Emma lied.
Mr Manning mused over this for a few minutes and Emma’s mind was racing, did he believe her or did he know that she was lying.

Luckily for Emma, Mr Manning did not press the subject and moved on to the reason he had come to see her. “There is a new student who will be joining your form, a young lady called Catherine Risby, who is starting tomorrow - she will also be in your RS class, and from what I have seen she is quite a bright girl” he said smiling, “just thought I’d let you know” he said before casually wandering out of her classroom.

“Risby” Emma murmured, she knew that surname from somewhere but she couldn't quite put her finger on where she had heard that name before. “Catherine Risby, where do I know that name?” she muttered to herself.

The bell rung, disrupting Emma’s train of thoughts and bringing her back to reality instantly. The storeroom Sam was hiding in creaked open and Sam slipped out and wrapped his arms around Emma from behind before whispering “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you later” in her ear, then he left the room.

The name Catherine Risby rung a bell deep inside Emma, she recognised it but didn’t know where from. it was almost eating her up inside, it took all of her might to try and remember but to no avail. This was going to be a long day, she could just feel it.

Emma wasn’t really concentrating on her lessons for the rest of the day, her mind was racing, trying to remember but she couldn’t. She absentmindedly shoved in a video for the the class to watch so that she didn’t have to teach.

She was so wrapped up in her own little world, that she did not hear the bell signalling the end of the day. Her attention was only brought to this fact when half the class arose from their seats and were beginning to walk out the door. This was definitely not one of her finest teaching days, and all because of some child’s name.

Emma had a meeting that evening at school, hence why George was picking Zach up from school, so she slowly packed away her things and made her way down to the conference room where the staff meetings were held and slipped into an available seat next to Sam.

“Stressful day?” he said turning to Emma with a slight smile on his face.

“Don’t even go there. I’d rather forget about today!”

“You want to forget about ALL of today?” he questioned, his voice now a whisper within the room.

“Well,” she continued, “Maybe not all of it,” she whispered back intertwining her fingers with his under the table.

“So what did Mr. Manning want at lunch?” he asked dropping his voice still lower so Emma had to strain her ears to hear him.

“Oh some new student joining my form and RS class” she muttered, suddenly becoming very interested in her hands rather than looking at Sam.

“Is that a bad thing?” he questioned.

“Well no, but the name rings a bell but I can’t put my finger on where and its driving me crackers!”

“So you want to forget today because of this name of a student you recognise?”

“Yeah, something like that,” she pouted, looking even more intensely at her own hands now.

The meeting began seconds after Emma had said her piece, she was eternally thankful as she really couldn’t be doing with any more of Sam’s probing questions. Mr Manning appeared to drone on and on about useless things for ages, not many things were of interest to all the teachers at these meetings, many of them doodled on paper, played on their phones, a bit juvenile behaviour, or they would just zone out altogether.

When Mr Manning finally wrapped up the meeting an hour later, Emma couldn’t have been happier, she grabbed her stuff and fled the room and to her car before Sam could ask her any more questions.
However before she climbed into her car, Sam had caught up with her, a cocky grin on his face, which was clearly visible in the dimming light.

“Emma, fancy coming back to my place?” he said his smile widening.

“Erm, I would love to,” his face lit up at the possibilty, “But I’m afraid I am a busy mother and I have to get back to see my little boy before he gets too tired. Its my only time to see him during the week.”

“Hmm, well I was rather hoping that you would say yes. Oh, well, there is always another day for this to happen.” Emma smiled at him, as she was getting in the car, “Go home to your little boy Emma,”

She nodded giving him a fleeting smile before starting the engine and speeding out of the car park and heading home.

The End

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