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The day was the brainchild of Anthony, a quiet,

well-spoken and fairly TALBOT, as was to be

revealed, not so innocent young man. He had

planned what seemed to be on the surface, a day

of intellectual stimulation for Year 12 never to be

forgotten.

Unfortunately, things didn't quite work out the

way he'd expected - or did they?

The nightmare started with fifty-five people lined

up outside the school ready to catch the Fogg's bus

chartered for the occasion. As the bus approached,

the driver, upon seeing the massing throng, was

heard to mumble, “this CALDWELL be one of

those days.” LITTLE did she know what was to

happen in the next few hours.

The bus pulled away, heavy with the expectations

of the group. Anthony sat there, thinking of the

day ahead and the person that he had for six years

worshipped from afar. If he could only get Reegan

to talk to him then his life would be complete. This

was the real purpose of the day.