Mr Mould the maths teacher turned out to be a towering, humourless brute of a man. As he slid into his seat and unpacked his pencil case, Chase couldn’t help but stare up at the human tank as he flopped a crisp, fresh new maths book on to the desk. He was built like a bodybuilder, with rippling muscles that sought to burst out of the bland shirt constraining them. A huge, bushy moustache squatted above Mould’s top lip, extending for several inches out from either side of his face, before curling down to the ground, giving him the appearance of having a perpetual frown. Chase’s mind was already working overtime coming up with mean names for him. Mocking the teachers was fair game for the pupils in any school and a brutal roasting of the maths teacher would be a sure-fire way to make a few f
