Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 12

This is Chapter 12 of Child of the Night to read from the beginning please go to the Contents Page.

*Adult Content Warning*
This chapter will contain some adult material. Forewarned is forearmed. 

Chapter 12 – Drunk on Power

Clara’s Perspective

A week after I became a vampire I began to tire of eating synthetic blood substitutes.   My cousin Kendra tried to convince me of their merits but I was always left longing for the real thing.
It was then I remembered my encounter with celebrity fitness instructor Moxie Logan not long after I had turned.  She had oozed health and vitality in a way that made me crave her.

I decided to pay her a visit and, to ensure her compliance with my wishes, I used my powers to read her mind and plant a need for me in her consciousness.

Once her attention was focused on me I went on a charm offensive, the politician in me couldn’t help it.

“I just had to seek you out Moxie, I need to get in shape for my campaign and I can’t think of anyone better to train me.”

“Thanks Clara! I’d be happy to put together a plan for you. I really think you are good for this city.”

Flattery and mind control seemed to work in perfect harmony.

I knew that now was the moment to get what I really wanted.

“Excellent! We’ll get to the fitness program later. For now I need something else of yours to improve my health…”

I moved my head towards her wrist preparing to bite.

Moxie seemed unsure but she was also fascinated. I wasted no more time. I sank my teeth in and she yelped in pain. Clearly I needed more practice!

However the pain was forgotten seconds later when the endorphins, stimulated by the bite, kicked in. This was what made many humans into willing blood donors.

The rush of her blood swam in my veins as I licked the last drop from my hand. This was far more pleasurable than eating plasma fruit!

I was overcome with the need to thank Moxie for her “donation”.

Before I could stop myself I placed a kiss on her lips.
To my surprise she accepted it readily.

Overcome with lust and excitement I let her lead me to her bedroom where we made out until tiredness overcame us.

When I woke up alone the next morning I felt a wonderful sense of calm. It was like her blood and touch soothed a longing deep within me. I was ready to take on the world.

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 11

This is chapter 11 of Child of the Night to read from the beginning please go to the Contents Page.

Chapter 11 – Clara’s Transformation

Clara’s Perspective

I had been 40 for a week, it was a week too long.
I could feel my time on this planet dripping away whilst my body aged unstoppably.
I hadn’t achieved all I had wanted to at Bridgeport City Hall by this age.
I was desperate to stop the aging process and suddenly knew that the answer had been in front of me all along. My cousin Kendra was a natural-born vampire.

I knew that Kendra had the power to turn others, I’d seen it in action with her ex-boyfriend Notzo Curious back in our home town of Twinbrook. It had backfired with him so I knew that convincing her wouldn’t be simple. But, like I said, I was desperate.
It was time to turn on the waterworks.

“It’s over Kendra!” I wailed, “I’m never going to make it into congress!”

She looked up from the computer where she had been writing her novel for most of the day and grasped me in a hug.

“Calm down cous’ well find a way around whatever it is that you feel is blocking you career-wise.”

I almost felt guilty at this point, Kendra was my best friend in the world but she could also give me the one thing I wanted more than anything.

“it’s not fair!” I mumbled into her shoulder, “I’m 40, by the time my Dad was my age he was being taken seriously as a politician. I should have stayed in Twinbrook. Moving to the city was the stupidest thing, looks matter here just as much as ideas. My PR team told me the latest polls show that the city thinks I’m too old to be in touch with their needs! Damn bunch of ungrateful yuppies.”

Kendra was surprised by my outburst. She backed off and attempted to placate me.

“Oh come on Clara, you’ve always said those polls are joke, that they never ask a wide enough selection of people. Sit down, I’ll make you some dinner.”

Clearly the whining and tears weren’t working it was time to change tactics.

“It’s alright for you,” I shouted, “it will be many years before you start to age. You don’t know how good you’ve got it. I’m becoming a dried up old prune and you still look the same as you did at 21!”

It was the killer blow. I knew Kendra felt sensitive about her condition. The problem with knowing each other so well was that we knew exactly what to say to each other to push each others buttons.  It was awful of me but necessary.

Kendra stormed upstairs to her room. I gave her a few minutes to calm down before following her.

“I’m sorry Kendra, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. It’s just the older I get the more invisible I feel in public. People don’t look at me the way they used too. I know I’m still a good-looking woman, but I’m no longer young and the population of Bridgeport seems to get younger every year.”

She sighed, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.
“It’s okay Clara, I get it. I just think maybe it’s time that I got my own place. It hard for you to come home and see me looking the way I do. I get that.”

That was not the outcome I was looking for. I needed her.

“I know how to fix it. I want you to turn me before I get any older.”

Kendra was not at all sure that she wanted to do this. I was relying on her love for me overcoming her hesitation.

My faith and persistence eventually paid off. Kendra couldn’t stand seeing me unhappy.
She took hold of my wrist and sank her teeth in. I felt drunk on the power of that bite.

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Kendra’s Perspective

Somehow Clara had talked me into turning her.
It wasn’t something I’d done willingly, as I knew that every person turned with a bite had a 50/50 chance of also receiving a negative personality overhaul.
But I had never seen Clara so desperate, and knowing I was the only one who could solve her problem gave me a delicious taste of power.

Once it was done Clara’s mood lifted immeasurably.

“Thanks so much Cous’ you won’t regret this I swear it. Me and you really will run this town now!”

I hugged her, hoping and praying inside that she was right. I really hoped I wouldn’t regret this the way I regretted turning my childhood sweetheart Notzo.

My nerves were on edge and I needed calming down. There was only one person capable of doing that my sort-of-boyfriend Eb Clavier. I called him and he was more than happy to come straight around.

His smile melted my heart and stopped the adrenalin racing around my body. Yet the fact that he was so pleased to see me again made my heart skip a beat.

Eb could tell that I was upset about something and soon had his arms around me. Nothing in this world could have made me feel happier at that moment.

“Thank you for coming Eb, it means so much to me that you are here. I think I may have done something very stupid today.”

He stroked my hair and held me tighter.
“Whatever it is Kendra, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”

Just for a second I wanted to believe him.

I suddenly felt very tired. The emotional rigor of the day had worn me out.

Eb didn’t ask anything of me, he simply held me close as we slept that night.

The next morning I was determined to make it up to him.

We spent the morning in my room making love over and over again. I really couldn’t get enough of this man.

Even when we finally managed to put on some clothes to say goodbye we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

I decided to spend the rest of my day working on my projects.

I utilized my afternoon painting, it was a good sideline that brought in a few pennies from the rich folks that commissioned my services.

I then settled down to concentrate on my novel.

The Girl With Diamond eyes was close to completion and I was excited about submitting it to the publishers. They had read and approved that first few chapters and I finally felt as if my dream of becoming a writer was coming to fruition.

I didn’t move from my computer until Clara returned home from work later that evening.
She looked a little worse for wear. I knew it was the effects of the transformation on her body. She would soon be a full vampire.

With this in mind I decided to go grocery shopping for Plasma Juice and Plasma Fruit. The only kinds of food specially made for vampires like me.

I hoped to train vampire Clara into good habits to stop her from turning evil like Notzo had.

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Clara’s Perspective:

After work the next day I wasn’t feeling to good. I decided to take myself off to the hospital for a check up rather than worry Kendra with my hypochondria.

I parked my motorbike and ran to the front desk. I could actually feel my blood burning in my veins, it was disconcerting to say the least.

Just as I reached the front door the feeling within me stalled my movements.

The boiling of my blood abated but I felt the heat shoot out of my eyes and I seemed to be levitating!

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 10

This is chapter 10 of Child of the Night to read from the beginning please go to the Contents Page.

Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 10

Kendra’s Perspective:

A week after we met I was thrilled to get a phone call from Ebenezer Clavier.  Ever since I bumped into him outside the publishers I had thought about little else.

Eb, as he liked to be called, asked me on a sunset date to a funky fusion bar in Bridgeport city.  The fact that he was sensitive enough of my vampiric condition to suggest a late time of day endeared him to me even more.

I left a note for my cousin and house mate Clara, who was working late at city hall, got ready and left the apartment giddy with excitement.

Eb met me outside the bar.

“I’m so glad you came Kendra,” he grinned at me “I got here early and the wait seemed forever but now you are here I know it was worth it.”

“Thanks,” I blushed, “Shall we get a drink?”

We went inside and bought two Kyoto My Heart cocktails.

I was impressed that he was man enough not to be phased by the very feminine drink. The effect of the alcohol was instant, it made us both relax a bit more in each other’s company. After a few more drinks and relaxed conversation we decided to go outside for some privacy.

Ever since I had become a fully fledged vampire at the age of 21 I had developed a fascination with the night sky as it was the view I saw most often.

Eb listened in fascination as I pointed out the Orion Constellation and explained the mythological stories attached to it.  When I finished talking he pulled me to my feet and into his embrace.

After kissing me so hard that I felt my pulse begin to race, he pulled back and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Kendra Magna, you are a fascinating woman, would you let me escort you home?”

“Yes of course.” I replied breathlessly. I did not want this night to end.

Once we reached my apartment building I asked Eb if he wanted to come up for coffee. I know it’s a cliché but I was feeling too shy to say what I really wanted.

However once we got in the lift I wasn’t afraid to show him:

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 9

This is chapter 9 of Child of the Night.
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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 9

The day after we moved into the penthouse apartment in Bridgeport, my cousin Clara put her networking skills to use.

While I sipped on some plasma juice, which was abundantly available in the city, she was on the phone to City Hall checking the plans for her first day working for the local council.

I sometimes envied her ambition and drive to succeed.  I had yet to get my career as an author off the ground. I just hoped the city would aid me with this as Clara believed that it would.

It wasn’t long before the carpool turned up to take Clara to her new job. I waved her goodbye at the door and wished her luck although I didn’t think she needed it.

Unknown to me, Clara was actually very nervous. The council in the city was much bigger and more important than that of rural Twinbrook where we came from.

She hoped that they would welcome her ideas and not laugh her out of the building.

The building itself was very imposing. It was at least twice the size of Twinbrook Town Hall  and was topped by a large copper plated dome.

When she finished her first day I decided that we should hit the town to celebrate her new job and make the most of our new urban life.

We spent a good couple of hours getting ready, we were determined to look glamorous and fit in with the cool city crowd.

We decided to try out a trendy bubble bar at a club called Aquarius. Breathing in the fruit scented bubbles made us both feel light-headed and giggly.

High on bubbles we felt less inhibited and decided to try out the rooftop dance-floor.

The view over the city was breathtaking. It was hard to believe that we now lived in such an incredible and vibrant place.

The next morning whilst I slept in, Clara somehow got herself out of bed by 6am. She made herself some breakfast and quietly left the apartment long before I rose.

When I finally managed to move myself from the comfort of my bed I decided to head down to a local publishers with samples of my work. Outside the grand building I felt hopeful as I saw titles from some of my own favourite authors in the display windows.

I dropped off my work with the receptionist and prayed it would make it onto a publishers desk. Then I wondered back out into the city dreaming of the day I’d see my own name in those windows.

I was so lost in my reverie that I almost bumped into a smartly dressed man walking towards me.

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 8

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 8

A few days had passed since I’d agreed to turn Notzo into a vampire.
The effects of the change were not agreeing with him and he was often seen hugging the toilet bowl.

However at the end of that week his body seemed prepared to complete the change even if he wasn’t quite ready for it mentally.  It was an unnerving experience for him as he felt his blood boil in his veins.

Before he had time to understand what was happening the change took a deep hold of him and red light shone from his eyes as the transformation completed.

Now that he was a vampire, my childhood sweetheart would be like me and with me forever!

That evening we paid a visit to my mother Lucinda to break the news.
Ever since my cousin Clara’s parents had passed away I’d been making sure I spent a lot of time with my own Mum. Their deaths had brought home to me just how short and fragile human life was. Every hug I had with my Mum I cherished.

Notzo leaned in for what looked like a playful kiss of my Mum’s hand.
I giggled but the smile was soon wiped from my face.

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 7

This is chapter 7 of Child of the Night.

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 7

That Friday my Mum, Lucinda, and my Uncle Leonardo paid us a visit.  They arrived mid afternoon so I happily kept them entertained.

It was late by the time my cousin Clara returned home, she’d been putting in a lot overtime at work lately, so she offered to take her Dad home. My Mum had opted to spend the night with us so I stayed behind to make up the spare room and keep her company.

Clara’s Dad insisted on driving when they got to the car.  He didn’t drive often any more but felt more comfortable doing so with someone else present.

“You’re working too hard young lady,” he told his daughter as he drove.

“I just want to be as great at politics as you are Dad!”

“There’s more to being great at your job than putting in all the hours God sends though.  You should be thinking about finding a nice young man and settling down.”

Clara rolled her eyes. Sometimes her Dad’s traditional values grated on her.

“I don’t need a man Dad. I want to make it on my own and be in control of my money.”

“Okay honey, I just want you to be happy that’s all.”

By the time they arrived at her parents house their little disagreement in the car was forgotten and they were soon laughing and joking about her Dad’s political opponents and their weak tactics.

Her Dad asked her to stay for dinner and Clara offered to cook. They might not always see eye-to-eye but deep down Clara was a real Daddy’s girl.

It was while she was in the kitchen preparing a meal that she heard a scream from her mother, Alexandra, that made her blood run colder than mine.

“Nooooo! Please don’t take him from me!”

Her mother’s screams were in vain however as it seemed age had caught up with her father and his time on this earth was up.

After the coroner, Grim E Reaper, showed up to take the body, mother and daughter fell into each other’s arms sobbing hysterically.

“Mum, I can’t believe it, why Dad? why now?!”

Clara’s mother held her tighter as between sobs she replied.

“I don’t know darling, it must just have been his time. I wasn’t ready for it either, it doesn’t seem real right now”

Once Clara composed herself she called me to pass on the news.

“Kendra…it’s my Dad…he..well..he’s gone.”

I was confused.

“Gone? Gone where.”

“To heaven, I hope, he just passed away here at home. Please let Aunt Lucinda know. I’m going to spend the night here to look after my Mum.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My Uncle Leonardo, whom Clara had hero worshipped ever since she was a child, was dead.

I forced a smile on my face in an effort to sound reassuring.

“Sure, I’ll let my Mum know. You take care of your Mum and yourself okay?”

Clara thanked me and put down the phone.

Now I had the unenviable task of telling my Mum that her oldest brother had passed on.

Mum was shocked and upset but equally glad that we were together to comfort each other.

We hugged for a long time before reminiscing about Uncle Leonardo’s younger years until we were too tired to talk any more.It was only once we were emotionally and mentally exhausted that we turned in to bed.

The following day Clara surprised us all by going into work. She said that she felt the best way to honour her father was to continue his good work at the Town Hall.

But after work she would go straight to the graveyard and spend hours weeping at his headstone.

When she did return home she was so tired that she didn’t eat any dinner, she simply fell into a deep sleep on the living room sofa.

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 6

This is chapter 6 of Child of the Night.

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 6

I loved my Mum so much. Even if she did really believe that I was the vampire that the press rumours were about she never let on.

We spent the day together happily reminiscing over my younger years.

We also spoke about the difficulties I was having getting my writing career off the ground.

She had a far away look in her eyes before she responded to my problem.

“Oh Kendra, I wish my mother, your grandmother Lara was still here. She wrote and sold many children’s and adult fiction books. She would know exactly what to tell you. But I’m a sportswoman, writing isn’t my forte.”

That evening I decided to pay a visit to the Magna family area of Twinbrook’s Graveyard. A good few generations of our family are buried in a plot bought by my  great-grandparents.  I was curious to visit my Grandmother’s grave and ask her for spiritual advice.

I soon got some guidance in a more literal manner!

The ghost of my grandmother Lara appeared. Oddly I didn’t feel scared. I suppose that the dead and vampires have some strange affinity that makes us comfortable in each other’s presence.

“Gran! It’s so great to see you again!”

She smiled a luminous smile at me.

“Kendra my sweet, I am aware the you are following in my literary footsteps. I always hoped that I might pass the writing gene on to one of my own daughters. That didn’t happen, but I am pleased to see it simply skipped a generation.”

For the next few hours I got her agreement to give me tips on writing. It was such an enjoyable conversation that the time just flew by. Just before dawn she faded away but promised to be there should I need her again.

She left me with one invaluable tip.

“To write well you must first live your life and love deeply.”

I put her advice into practice the very next day.

I invited my old high school boyfriend Notzo around. The attraction between us was just as electric as it had been when we were at school.

I had worried that my vampiric transformation would have made him change his mind about being with me but he couldn’t wait to pull me into his arms.

My cousin Clara was cooking dinner and talking to us but we barely heard a word that she said. We were so wrapped up in each other.
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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 5

This is chapter 5 of Child of the Night.

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 5

As I prepared to blow out the candles on my 21st birthday cake all I was thinking about was what I wanted to do with my life. I had dreams of becoming a world renowned author and getting married to Notzo.  I hardly noticed that the sun was setting.

Soon the smoke from my candles with disappearing with the day and I felt a rush of energy and excitement flow through my body as a red glowing light surrounded me.

I was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that all my friends and family were around me. It was almost as if I could hear their every thought about me as I grew into an adult.

When the transformation completed I no longer cared that all eyes were on me. I felt powerful, sexy and unstoppable.

I also finally felt confident enough to seek out my Dad, Kendrick, and ask him a few questions.

“So Dad, now that I’m grown up, what does that mean for me?”

Dad smiled, it seemed he’d been anticipating this question.

“For each vampire, as that is what you now are, the experience is different but there are several things we all have in common. You will age much slower than your human friends, you will crave blood but this can be sated by drinking plasma juice and at night you might develop powers over others that you must try not to abuse.”

I took this in with wonder. I realised that my life was going to be very different from that of my peers.

To take my mind off of my worries Dad asked me to dance.

“I feel very proud of you my daughter. You have grown up well and you are now a beautiful woman. Now, let me twirl you round that dance floor.”

I giggled.

“It’s no dance floor Dad, its my front room, but I’d be honored!”

The next morning I decided that now I was a grown woman it was time that I faced the world independently.

With this in mind I told my Mum, Lucinda, that I was thinking of moving out. I wasn’t sure how she’d take it as it would mean that she would be left living alone with our six cats. I knew that crazy cat lady was not how she had ever envisioned herself.

But she was surprisingly understanding.

“Kendra honey I get it. In fact I’ve been putting some money aside from my sports career ever since you were born. I think now is the time for you to have it and use it to put towards buying a house.”

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 4

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 4

I had been spending so much time with my new friend Notzo that it was no surprise to my Mum, Lucinda,  when I invited him to her 60th Birthday celebrations at our house.

Mum aged very gracefully and she felt happy with all the she had achieved in her life so far.

She had recently been promoted to Football Superstar and had the admiration of the whole of Twinbrook as well as enough money for her not to have any financial worries for the rest of her life.

Mum insisted on an early night as she had a match the next day so she wished us both sweet dreams and headed off to her room.

This left me and Notzo alone to do as we pleased. Since night had fallen a rush of energy was coursing through my body so I suggested trying out the hot tub in the garden.

As we stripped down to our swimming clothes I couldn’t help but stare at his body. Notzo certainly did look after himself. Since arriving at our school he’d found himself excelling in athletics and had recently joined the running team. All that working out gave him a very muscular body, the sight of which took my breath away.From the way he looked at me it seemed the attraction was mutual and it wasn’t long before we found ourselves attempting to act on our feelings.

I’d never kissed anyone before and neither had he. So when we closed our eyes to kiss it was slightly miss timed and I ended up kissing his nose. But it was okay, we just giggled and tried again. It was the second time that the sparks really started to fly.
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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 3

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 3

It seemed that some higher power had heard my prayers as the next couple of years passed as quickly as I’d wished them to. My fourteenth birthday was upon me and I was excited that I would finally get to join Clara at highschool. I felt grown up and ready to party.

My Mum, Lucinda, put a dampener on my excitement by insisting that I finish my homework on a Friday night.

“It’s for your own good Kendra, if you get this done then you can relax and enjoy your party tomorrow.” She told me with a sigh.

I glowered at her but did as I was told. I knew better than to mess with my mother.
Which was more than can be said for the opportunist thief who decided to break into our house that night.

My Mum is super fit, thanks to her career in local football team the Twinbrook Llamas, so the second the alarm went off she did not hesitate to get out there and beat the skinny thief down. By the time the police arrived the crook was begging for mercy.

I was glad the drama was over as it would soon be time for my friends to arrive for my party.

Just like old times Clara and I were soon indulging in a pillow fight which turned into a massive match as our school friends joined in.  However I didn’t have all of her attention that night.

Clara had been dating class joker Jeb Humphries for little over a year and they often stopped whatever they were doing to lock lips, much to the annoyance of other girls who were a bit jealous.

After a whole evening of pillow fights, dancing, joking and eating too much junk food it was time to collapse into a carb coma in our sleeping bags.

I was a little self conscious about sleeping in the same room as my friends as I’d been told in the past that the sounds I make when I sleep are a little different. Luckily everyone was too zonked out to notice anything strange.

Now that Clara and I were at the same school again we renewed our friendship. We would often be found together giggling about boys or the latest celebrity scandal.  But as close as we were it became obvious we moved in different social circles. Whilst I found myself drawn to the group of amateur hacks that made up the school newspaper Clara was a cheerleader and always surrounded by the poplar kids.

When I voiced my concerns about our differences Clara laughed and gave me a hug.

“Aaw Cous’ you use that grey matter of yours too much. I love you, we are family. Blood means much more than friendship. Don’t you ever forget that.”

With my mind put at rest I relaxed a little and that weekend I decided to go and watch my football superstar Mum lead her team out at the Llama’s stadium.  Her team won 5-0 with her scoring a hat-trick of goals. She really was a true local hero.

If I was honest with myself I felt slightly jealous of both my Mother and Clara. Both of them were well-known around our town and both were appreciated for their efforts within the community. I felt invisible compared to them.  I suppose that’s why I then did the stupidest thing I ever did at school.

On a Monday morning I left for school early with the intention of creating my own news worthy story. I was going to let all the frogs out of their terrariums in the science lab and set them free in the school grounds.  However I hadn’t realised that teachers get into school early. I was caught out and taken to the police station as punishment.

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