Billy

Things were going my way. I had Billy pinned to the ground and ready for a good thumping. Served him right, the snoop. What had he been doing in my school bag? My mind must have left Billy for a moment, because the next thing I knew, he’d wriggled free and was running down the hallway. I had a choice, chase Billy, or check my bag. Logical. Chase Billy. If he’d taken anything, he’d have it on him anyway. I took off, full pelt. Couldn’t let him get to the doors. I muttered a hasty apology as I ploughed through a group of girls busily exchanging the latest gossip. Skidding round a corner, I caught a glimpse of Billy still fleeing ahead of me. Almost had him now. Drat, he’d made it through the doors. As I chased him out onto the sports field, I heaved a sigh of relief. We were safe, both of us. I checked my watch. 00:00. Then the locker room blew up.