James Wilson

Mr Qureshi

A few weeks later
Dad still hasn't let me back and it began to feel like I overstayed my welcome at the Booth's. At the moment I was staying at our tree house from when we were younger. The one thing I needed was money. Next thing I know I'm running drugs for a dealer. Being the impulsive kid I am I dragged Jordan into it aswell.

Khadim: you got my money?
James: yeah yeah here
I handed over a fat envelope and he handed me and Jordan a massive stack of cash each and we put it in our pocket
Khadim: there'll be a lot more where that came from if you keep up the good work. I'll be in touch.
Khadim sat in the car whilst we watched Mr Qureshi walks towards us
Mr Qureshi: oi you two
We started walking away
Mr Qureshi: oi Don't ignore me come here. What yous playing at
Kadeem ran up and tackled sir and sir then punched him. Me and Jordan recorded it and put it on socials.
Jordan: damn
James: sir got smoked

Next day
Everyone had seen the video and winding sir up about it. He saw us in the quad
Mr Qureshi: you two inside now. Come on
James: ah shit
We went inside to his office
Mr Qureshi: I knew yous were gonna do that. Why'd you upload it?
Me and Jordan just stood there smirking
Mr Qureshi: this ain't funny alright. I caught you both selling drugs
James: we weren't selling nowt
Mr Qureshi: selling running what's the difference
James: A couple hundred quid a night
Mrs Carter over the intercom: Mr Qureshi to the headteacher's office immediately, please
Mr Qureshi: go on out
Jordan: he's in deep shit
James: for real

We were just walking around the school until we were still stopped by Mr bell.
Mr Bell: what are you two doing walking around?
Jordan: nothing
Mr Bell: get to lesson. James hold on a minute
James: yeah
Mr Bell: is everything okay at home?
James: er yeah why wouldn't it be?
Mr Bell: just asking. If you need someone to talk to or help with anything I'm always here for you kid
James: i know sir thanks
Mr Bell: mhm. What lesson you got now?
James: er Maths I think
Mr Bell: right I'll walk with you
James: ah how nice of you
I went to maths
Miss Greene: your late
James: wow Sherlock Holmes you did it again
Everyone started laughing
Miss Greene: sit down
I went and sat down next to Daniel
Daniel: you good
James: yep
Miss Greene: boys stop talking
Miss set us a worksheet and I'm gonna be real I have no clue what we're doing
James: Miss can you help me?
She came over and explained it the same way as before
James: fucking useless
She went away and I didn't do my work
Miss Greene: you've done no work
James: wow Sherlock you never fail to amaze me
Miss Greene: outside now
James: fine by me

I was walking around until I saw Mr Qureshi.
Mr Qureshi: shouldn't you be in lesson?
James: got kicked out
Mr Qureshi: what did you do?
James: nothing
Mr Qureshi: mhm. You've managed to rack up 10 detentions you know that.
James: and...
Mr Qureshi: all your teachers have given them to me so after school meet me in the hall
James: whatever

After School I had my detention. We were doing boxing. Everyday after school I was doing boxing with Mr Qureshi and I was actually getting good at it.
Mr Qureshi: right I'll see you tomorrow same time
James: yeah yeah

The next day
Lorraine: whole school assembly in the hall in 10 minutes
We went to assembly and sat down.
Mrs Carter: morning everybody. I called todays assembly to inform you all that sadly Mr Qureshi died last night. I know that Mr Qureshi helped many of you. That was the kind of guy he was. He was always there to listen to your problems and he would look out for you
How is he just dead? He was fine yesterday. I stood up and walked out with Mr Bell following. I ran eventually losing him and went into the gym and started lashing out on the boxing bag. I just keep punching and punching. I didn't even hear Mr Bell walk in

Steve (Mr Bell) pov
James ran off so I'm now searching for him. I hear punching sounds coming from the gym. I open the door and the James is taking all his anger out on the bag. I look at his current appearance. His eyes are glazed with tears that are threatening to fall. His knuckles are busted and there's blood dripping down his hand.
Steve: James. Hey. James
He still didn't answer
I put my hands on his shoulder and he turned around and started pushing me
Steve: hey kid calm down
James: it's not fair
Steve: I know I know
James: Its my fault
Steve: No it's not
James: it is
Steve: how is it?
James: he tried to help me
Steve: oh James
He stopped pushing me and broke down.
Steve: hey it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay

James' pov
I finally broke down.
Mr Bell: right let me sort out those knuckles
Mr Bell cleaned them and wrapped them
James: thanks
I walked out and went to the treehouse and drowned my sorrows.