Allies of the Night. Darren Shan

of luck and told me to call on him if I ran into difficulty. After warning me not to break any windows or give my teachers grief he showed me out into the corridor, where he left me. It was 9.40 A bell rang. Time for my first class of the day — geography.

      The lesson went reasonably well. I’d spent the last six years poring over maps and keeping abreast of the War of the Scars, so I had a better idea of the shape of the world than most of my classmates. But I knew nothing about human geography – a lot of the lesson revolved around economies and culture, and how humans shaped their environments – and I was at a loss every time talk switched from mountain ranges and rivers to political systems and population statistics.

      Even allowing for my limited knowledge of humans, geography was as easy a start as I could have wished for. The teacher was helpful, I was able to keep up with most of what was being discussed, and I thought I’d be able to catch up with the rest of the class within a few weeks.

      Maths, which came next, was a different matter entirely. I knew after five minutes that I was in trouble. I’d covered only basic maths in school, and had forgotten most of the little I used to know. I could divide and multiply, but that was as far as my expertise stretched — which, I quickly discovered, wasn’t nearly far enough.

      “What do you mean, you’ve never done algebra?” my teacher, a fierce man by the name of Mr Smarts, snapped. “Of course you have! Don’t take me for a fool, lad. I know you’re new, but don’t think that means you can get away with murder. Open that book to page sixteen and do the first set of problems. I’ll collect your work at the end of class and see where you stand.”