7 Megan
It took Chris almost twenty minutes to speak to me. When he finally did, he told me all about the sort of boy Riley Markham had been. Not the most gifted student academically speaking, but far from struggling. He’d been the archetypal cheeky chappy; he’d had a good telling off once or twice and seemed keener on playing football at lunchtime than paying attention in some classes. But he was the sort of student teachers tended to have a bit of a soft spot for. It seemed Chris was no different.
Rebecca seemed to know more than the news reporter, thank God. It seemed it had only made the local bulletin right at the last possible minute, and had managed to come in too late for the national news. That would all change for the News at Ten, we were told. And they were right. The late nat
