Starting to panic, he paced down the empty corridors lined with children's coats and lunch bags. Covering the walls, the vibrant, detailed displays failed to grab his attention as he skipped over lost bags and PE kits. Drifting around the school, the stink of burned toast from breakfast club filled his hungry nostrils (he hadn't had time for his usual cereal this morning).

Embarrassed and nervous, out of puff and red-in-the-face,

Henry entered his classroom. Scarily, he was greeted by the sight of an angry Miss Battle-Axe and his classmates staring at the glowing whiteboard. The pop of pen lids, the whizz-buzz of the projector and the excited whoops of children answering questions didn't manage to stop Miss Battle-Axe noticing his arrival.

"Henry! You're late!"