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School Tired and gruer I should be drea hot and steamy with movie stars, not about killer babies I was sure I’d leave the dreaot older, but no such luck I still have it two or three nights a week
I barely listen in class at the best of tis over my books I suck at art but I like to doodle when I’nore me They know I’m a lost cause and they don’t try to reach out to me They also know I’m not someone you o I’d been in a fight and had been sent to the principal’s office The teacher saaiting outside and whispered soered Then he said out loud, "But what can you expect from someone with a father like that?"
Someone punctured the tires on that teacher’s car Soh hisSomeone stuck up pictures of hie, Ring for a good ti who that so up to B Smith in school one day and meekly said, "Sorry for what I said about your dad," he was left in peace
I fall asleep in history Jonesenzio is duller than most of our teachers I’m not the only one to snooze in his class
"Fire!" so off h their faces off as Jonesenzio scowls atmy elbohere I hit it on the desk
"If you’re quite finished" Jonesenzio ht I saw a mouse"
He drones on I don’t iven ned for the last three years, even though I’ve never handed one in
Murades "How come you don’t do as well in the other subjects as you do in history?" Dad tosses oes on like that He had Jonesenzio when he was younger He knows the score
"I bet you were drea his voice low so as not to disturb the teacher Jonesenzio doesn’t co and stands there silently, looking at you politely, which is even worse A couple of us tested him once and found that he’s happy to do that for an entire class You’ll never out-patient the Jones
"Yeah," I tell Meths "It was a real nightuy in our year, and the oldest He started school a year later than ot his nickname, short for Methuselah I wish I could lay claim to that but it wasn’t one of mine I’d no idea who Methuselah was until someone explained it to me
"You can copy my notes later," Kray says seriously
"Notes?" I take the bait
He holds up a drawing Kray’s a much better artist than iven some after-school tuition by a very anih and raise my knuckles for hiasp
"I was hoping he could correct any anatomical inaccuracies," Kray says
"Like you haven’t seen La Lips in the swi pool," Meths snorts, and this tihs It’s an old story that La Lips shows everything in the public pool if you give her a quid No truth in it as far as I know, but when did that ever stop a good story?
History ends (if only!) and we roll out into the yard for lunch I swipe a bag of chips and nick a bar of chocolate froht me for it but her friends pull her off I sneer as they haul her away She had a narrow escape In my current mood I’d have happily taken her into the toilet and half drowned her If her friends hadn’t pulled her clear when they did