English was my favourite lesson. I was sat next to my friend Sam and so we never got much done. I didn't really want to be an author anyway, so it didn't bother me much.

Today though, our teacher Miss Rondall, a short, round lady was off ill. She was strange and seemed to spend most of her time with a permanant cold.

No teacher arrived and after ten minutes, half the class had erupted into chaos. A particular trend was paper aeroplanes. These annoying missiles would often misfire into you, often jabbing at the back of your head or neck.

This particularly wound me up and therefore, I often became the target for that group of boys always looking to start an argument.

Just as I got out my book, suspecting a soon arrival of a supply teacher, one hit me on the back of my head. I turned round and grabbed the plane from my chair, ready to fire it right back at them. Just as my hand pulled back in aim, I noticed the writing:

"Open and read"

Quietly, I stopped myself from throwing and started to open up the paper plane. At first I felt excited, but then it dawned on me this could be bad, for the group of boys across the room were looking at me with suspense.

I dared to look.

It read "I will find you, you have two days to stop me"

I showed it to my friend Sam. He laughed and raised his eyebrows:

"What idiots, hey"