Dedicated to Wendy.

I apologise for the sugariness of bits of this.  I suggest if you do not belong to 13GBK you avoid reading this.  It's meant to be awful.

Part Twenty Three- In Which Our Intrepid Travellers Return Back Home

A wave of shiny purple glitter washed over 12JST.  It was an identity crisis and suddenly they all found that they had been changed to 13 GBK.

 They had ended up in a strange place.  Everything was colourless and there seemed to be less of them than before.  Burcu, being the Maths genius, counted the group.  She paused over one member, ‘who are you?’ she questioned.

 ‘I’m Carly,’ the girl said.  Everyone nodded in agreement.  Another girl was also new to the form, ‘Hi I’m Lauren, I deserted Ms Sergeant.’  Again everyone nodded in agreement.

‘We’re missing some people,’ Burcu said, ‘not everyone who started is still here.  They must have passed to the great beyond.  Also known as the outside world.’ 

 Everyone hung their head in remembrance of those who had left the form.  “What are we to do?’” Rosalind said, “now that people have gone.  We don’t know where we are!”

 “We try to stick together,” Maria said, “we are the ‘cool’ form after all.”

Another wave of colour washed over the travellers.  They looked up and found they were back in their form room.  Miss Baker, having replaced Miss Taylor, was doing the register.  Or at least trying to, we all know how temperamental that system is. 

 “You’re all late,” she said looking up at the sudden influx of students, “you have signed in haven’t you?” 

 Wendy sighed and sat down behind a desk, “well, we’re back.”

The End

Ten points to anyone who gets the reference at the end.