When my granddaughter Amelia entered the school reunion which was flooded with laughter and joy, my mouth automatically turned into a smile because, coming from a grandmother’s perspective, that’s the best thing ever.

Whilst I was sitting in my black BMW with my son Lawrence (Amelia’s dad), Lawrence asked me “Mum, it’s a shame my old school won’t have a reunion.” “Hopefully one day sweetheart, one day.” I replied with a tone as soft as a cotton pillow.

My son’s school was forced to close due to a breakout there when he was in year 11 which involved nothing but violence and potential death too if the police didn’t come. My heart shattered when that happened but suddenly, before I could even touch my flask of tea for a drink…

“Ahhh!” A deafening scream from inside the school hit my ears like a bullet from a pistol

and it definitely wasn’t a scream of joy! “Tom, come with me, your daughter is in trouble!” I ordered with my teeth fixed in clench of concern.

When Tom and I sprinted into the school where the party was taking place, a wooden floor covered in dirty-red blood stretched out before us with a lifeless boy in a lavish tuxedo lying on the floor completely lifeless.

“Nan, help! Mister Reed has just killed Thomas with a knife! You’ve gotta find him quick!” Amelia cried with tears of worry in her eyes. This was so unfair not only for my granddaughter, but her fellow schoolmates too! Their faces were full of nothing but shock and almost insurmountable concern.

When I raised my voice demanding where this killer teacher “Mister Reed” is, everyone were silent except a tall woman in a long skirt telling me that he might be hiding in the English department on the second floor. This was definitely different to where criminals usually hide so with my pocket knife tightly concealed in my raincoat jacket , I walked up to the second floor leaving Tom to console Amelia and her friends.

When I finally reached the English department of the school after dealing with an incredibly long flight of stairs,all I could hear was utter silence but I could feel a cold air dancing around the department as all the classrooms were Jeff open except one: SF13 which might’ve looked dark but I could still hear someone sniggering there so I crept just outside the door, opened it to find…

Who the hell are you! You were never invited!” It was Mister Reed. Holding a blood stained pochet knife similar to mine which he pointed inches away from my chest. I really thought it was game over until I realised I had a choice; I had a pocket knife of my own so I slowly took out my pocket knife and fearlessly drove it straight into his waist which made him fall to the ground and bleed to death with me watching.

When I walked downstairs into the hall where the party was held, everyone looked at me expecting good news where I said “Your teacher “Mister Reed” gave up he retreated.” I replied in a calm voice. This led to a large sigh fillling the room as justice was finally delivered to the school. I was being a hero like I always am.

I didn’t tell anyone that I killed him because I know they’d think of me differently. This world is too judgemental anyway.