It was a warm Friday evening in mid November, in an old
empty house with a balcony overhanging the doorway in the middle of the woods,
where four, four-teen year old boys spent most of their school time, today
thinking of excuses they can use to skip the last lesson of the day maths,
which they all truly hated, purely because of the maths teacher Mr. Parry, who
always picked on the four boys, giving them detention for the slightest giggle
or smirk, he often gave them homework on a daily basis which they never did,
which then led to more detentions and the occasional letter sent home to
parents, the one boy Connor who was definitely the largest of the group he had
a long, blonde, bowl cut hair style, wearing a white hooded jumper over the light
blue t-shirt and plain black trousers that was the school uniform that all four
of them were wearing, suggested “ how about we say we were involved in a fight
and all got seriously hurt ?” Lewis who was a short, thin and had short spiked,
brown hair and was wearing his red jacket and white trainers was sat opposite
to Connor on the kitchen counter, sarcastically replied “oh yeah, and what
scars or bruises do we have to show on Monday genius ?” Connor sharply replied
with “hey, don’t get sarcy’ with me pal, I don’t see you shooting idea’s out
your arse? Oh here’s another one, how about I punch you in the face? You can
show them bruises to the teacher’s?” Lewis
didn’t dignify that remark with a reply. Out of the blue Ieuan – Owen or
‘herbie’ as he’s known as because of his second name being Herbert, who was short, and had slightly ginger spiked up hair,
who wore his pink trainers to school, which isn’t part of the school uniform,
but was allowed to wear because he had broken his ankle over 2 years ago, but
whenever asked where his school shoes were he would play the ‘it’s still
painful’ card, who was sat in the corner of the room said “whoa guys, chill
it’s not like we haven’t done this before, we’ll figure something out, hey’ rob
what time is it?” Rob who was very short, skinny, and had short black hair and
who would always have his school jumper sleeves rolled up and was constantly
biting his nails was completely distracted from the question that he was asked
because of the phone in his hand, which he is on mostly all day. Herbie grew
impatient and shouted “oi’ fathead, I said what’s the time?!” Rob then acknowledged him and said “oh sorry I was
distracted, it’s ten to one” Lewis
asked him “what is it that distracts you all through lessons, all through the
day?” Rob answered “oh you know, just
Facebook and stuff” “really? Just
Facebook , you sure it’s not that jess girl your always messaging” Connor
replied with a wink, rob just looked at him and sighed “yeah con’, I’m sure mate”.
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