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There was a face at the window.
'Miss ..' I put up my hand and the face disappeared.
‘What is it, Jaz?’
‘Nothing, Miss.’ But there was. Had been. A face that I recognised but couldn’t name.
Rain was streaming down the glass now, dissolving the trees in the playground. The science block opposite seemed to float like battleship on a stormy grey sea. I tried to remember where I had seen that face before. In my mind’s eye I saw its open mouth open in a desperate cry. But now the wind was howling, rattling the window frames and lashing the rain against the glass.
Everyone was looking that way now.
‘Listen to me! Look this way, everyone!’
But no one took any notice of the teacher.
Had the others seen it too?
I got to my feet. ‘I’m going outside.’
But as I spoke the door opened and I remembered where I had seen that face before.
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