Saturday, November 28, 2015

HAMERTON Chapter 4 episode 3

HAMERTON 2
Thank you God for this opportunity.



Hamerton. A large school offering the finest Education to the students of the state and overseas. Natalie joins this school arriving from Brooklyn and she has grief over her lost friends who were murdered in Hamerton. She teams up with Ingrid and their fellow seniors against the House of Representatives to prevent a bomb blast that could cause a large massacre.
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“A good mathematician must be able to solve any mathematical equation through any and all of the mathematical ways possible.” Mr. Gram said inside the senior class, class D, in response to Fred’s challenge question.
“Oh.” Fred said, standing at one end of the board and opposite Mr. Gram. He was attempting to solve a calculus equation and ended halfway. “I was used to this method.”
Mr. Gram shook her head with disappointment. “Mr. Fred Fergusson, I just taught you-” he begun reprimanding Fred, before the classroom door was opened.
The whole class turned to the entrance.

A guy from the S class, held the door knob, looking around the room. “Excuse me Mr. Gram, the principal’s secretary is in need of Natalie Bradley.”
Mr. Gram frowned. “Can’t she see Natalie at another time?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” The boy replied bluntly.
Before Mr. Gram snapped at him, Natalie rose from her desk. “May I go and see her sir?”
Mr. Gram sighed. “Okay.”
Natalie thanked him and followed the boy out.

Seated beside Natalie’s empty desk, Ingrid’s mind begun to fill with worry. She wondered what Archibald needed with Natalie.

Mr. Gram’s voice drew the rest of the class’ attention. “Anyone else here, who can solve this equation with my method?”
“Natalie Bradley.” Someone called out from the back of the class.
Mr. Gram was furious. “Can’t you do anything on your own? What will happen if Natalie shifts or something?”
Fred raised her eyebrows. “They are shifting her?”
With Fred’s question, the class begun to murmur.
“What are you all whispering about? I just said that, you have to stand on your own feet. Someday, Natalie will not be around to solve your questions.” Mr. Gram said.
There was were no replies.
Just then, the electric bell rang outside the room, signifying the end of class.
Fred relinquished the chalk on the teacher’s desk. “Times up.”

The rest of the class begun packing their books and moving their seats.
“You have to study a lot for your A-level exams.” Mr. Gram instructed, picking up his Clear bag from his desk. “But, I hope that, before the exams, you will already have your teacher back.”
Fred had taken his camera from his bag and he turned to Mr. Gram with it, capturing him. “Can you tell HTV about, Natalie shifting classes?”
Mr. stretched his hands in front of his face, to evade the camera. “Mr. Fergusson. I will discipline you for this.” He warned.
“But, we are on recess, sir.”
Mr. Gram withdrew his hands, snapping at him. “I am the discipline teacher, I could have you, suspended for shooting me against my will.” He bawled.
Some of the kids who were still in class started laughing.
“Aarrg.” Mr. Gram growled and stormed out.


Natalie and the boy parted when he retired to his own class. She walked to the principal’s office and met the secretary behind her desk.

“Oh Natalie.” The lady said first and shuffled through some files for a printed paper.
“Good evening Miss Ester.” Natalie greeted, watching the secretary’s movements.
“You are lucky that he signed it.” Ms. Ester said, waving the paper to her. She drew it back before Natalie took it. “Wait, I haven’t put in here the reason yet.” She said, fetching a pen from her coat pocket. “Archibald is very strict these days about pupils leaving the school compound. Especially those who, in their records, have no residency or relationship in England.”
“Oh.” Natalie said, with a little worry building up in her.
“So, why are you leaving Hamerton?” Ms. Ester asked, getting ready to note down.
“For medical reasons.” Natalie replied.
“Alright. A check-up maybe?”
“Yeah…” Natalie agreed and darted her gaze inside the room, looking for an excuse. “Eye checkup!” she added excitedly.
“Alright.” Ms. Ester agreed and noted. She then turned back to Natalie. “But, I advise you not to use glasses. Ask them for contact lenses, glasses will not look good on you.”
Natalie nodded with her eyebrows raised.
Ester turned back to the gate-pass. “So, to which clinic will you go to?”
“Amh… I’ve heard of this hospital in London.”
At the city’s name, Ester turned to Natalie with shock on her face. “Natalie? You are going to London? Why?”
Natalie blinked quickly in self-defense. “Eye check-up.”
“Yes but, why London? You will get lost in the city you pretty girl.”
“Amh… I survived New York, I think that I can take this.”
Ester arched an eyebrow. “Mmh. So, you are going sightseeing?”
Natalie laughed at the way Ester put it. “No. For an eye checkup. But, I can’t deny that, I've always longed to be in London. For a longer time than, dropping at Heathrow. You understand, right?”
Ms. Ester nodded. “Yeah. So, how long will you take…‘sightseeing’?”
“Two days.”
“Mh. Where will you sleep?”
“I have my Aunt who is also waiting for me.”
Ms. Ester noted that, down. “Okay.” She said and gave the gate-pass to Natalie.
“Already signed?” Natalie asked, receiving it.
“Yes. There was only the stamp that I had to give after writing your details.” Ester said, assuring her. “Stay safe dear. London is a very big city. Don’t get lost on your way there, okay?”
Natalie nodded, folding the pass. “Right. Thank you.”
Ms. Ester smiled at her. “Welcome. And do consider being our President again.”


Natalie did not reply. She could not lie to Ester but, neither could she tell her the truth. She offered Ester a broad grin and turned around, leaving.


What happened next? Stay tuned to find out!


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