I held my mum’s hand as we walked towards the robotics class. It was a large, sturdily built building, with huge posters on the side shouting things like ‘ROBOTICS CLASSES! BOOK NOW! My mum had received an email from my usual instructor, David, saying that he was going to be absent for this lesson, but not to worry as he had found a replacement named Tim Tentacle. Tim Tentacle was a very weird name and I had spurted milk out of my nose when hearing my mum read it out to me. I wonder if he had tentacles….. Anyway, my attention wavered to the door of my class. I could see some of my friends unpacking their kits and felt the happiness that always came to me when I did robotics class. I ran to my desk and waved goodbye to my mum as she walked away. This ‘Tim Tentacle’ person wasn’t here yet so I leaned over and said to my friend Mia ‘Do you know we have a different instructor today?’
‘Yes’, she replied. ‘I hope he’s nice’. Just then our conversation was disrupted by an incredibly loud sound. I turned to look at the door and I saw splintered wood everywhere. And standing in the doorway was a man………..