Trudy could hear the music coming from the next classroom, loud and pulsating. The beat was familiar; she had heard it a thousand times on the radio recently. The door opened and the blast of song became louder. The music room students were really loud this morning! She had heard that they were forming a Glee club, just like the TV show.

Trudy tapped her feet quietly under the desk. This was so infectious! She glanced at Tommy Fisher sat at the desk in front of her, his head down in concentration. He was tried to figure out the math equation on the blackboard. Another student entered the room, followed by a blast of Rihanna’s latest groove. It was Summer Underwood, the most popular girl in the class. Trudy frowned as she looked at Summer’s long golden locks and neat figure in a tight sweater and shorts. She was wearing the latest suede pixie boots that were all the rage. Trudy envied her.

She tapped and moved her feet in time to the beat, She felt as if her limbs had lost control, had given themselves up to a mystical music guru. Her hands were now swaying and clicking. The rhythm moved across to her shoulders, and she stood up, unafraid and free. She moved away from her desk and made her way to the door, oblivious to the open mouths that followed her. The classroom door moved inwards, as someone let themselves in; it was Mr ‘Stinky Pants’ Sneddon.

‘What’s going on in this classroom? Shouldn’t there be a Math test in progress?’ He stopped in front of Trudy. ‘You – my office – now!’

She sat in front of the desk of Sneddon’s office, unrepentant. The music had controlled her, isn’t that the truth?

‘Er, Trudy….Mrs Griffiths. As the head teacher of Math, shouldn’t you be setting and example?’

Copyright Suzanne Bowditch, 2016.