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Chapter Three: Why Does Latin Have To Mess Up My English?

Chapter Three: Why Does Latin Have To Mess Up My English?

My favourite song comes onto the radio, and I sing along. Bills Bills Bills starts pouring out of the speakers as I wash my hair. 

It’s the first day of school, joy! When I got home yesterday, Mum was overly concerned and clingy. Here’s how it went...

flashback

The night air was cool as I stepped from the car. The front door slammed open just as I was retrieving my bag from the boot. Knocking my head on the car I cursed, damn this small car! But I loved Beetles.

‘Tilly!!!!!!!!’ a shrilling noise burst my ear drums as I closed the boot, so much for the quite entry into the house! My mum crashed into me, touching my hair, patting my shoulder and constantly asking me if I was alright. I tried to tell her I was, but I couldn’t. She was walking way too fast! I was about to start shouting at her to calm down. Yeah, big mistake on my part telling her about the concussion... Dad suddenly intervened the shouting party. I shot him a thankful glance then hurried into the house and away from my parents who were now arguing, probably over my health.

flash back over

So that’s petty much how my evening continued. I looked in the mirror. My school uniform was pretty boring, but it was comfortable. I’d had it since Year Seven, so it fall to a few inches above my knees. Not too high though to be deemed ‘slutty’. My hair was a regulation ponytail, our hair always had to be up.

I should be happy, today was the first day of school aka the most chaotic fun day of the year, apart from Muck Up Day. But today was special. There were some new students. Five hundred of them I should say. All of them guys. Grace Scholar (my school) and Melton High were amalgamating i.e., our schools were joining together. There was a catch though. As there always is. Grace Scholar was an all girl’s school and Melton High was an all guys school. For 500 girls and 500 guys to have never been at school with the other gender, then have to suddenly amalgamate, it was going to be chaos. As I’m you can imagine. 

So maybe school won’t be so bad after all. 

I came to the school gate and drove to the car park, making way for all the early comers. After carefully parking, I snatched my bag and started looking for my friends. It wasn’t that hard. We always sat in the same spot before school, doing homework or just chilling. 

‘Hey guys! How’s first day been going so far?’ I squealed. They looked up at me then ran around the cars to get to me. Beth and Fran got to me first, hugging me. 

‘We’ve missed you since we saw you yesterday!’ they said in sync. 

It was kind of scary actually, Beth and Fran may as well have been twins. They pretty much wore and said the same things. And no, they weren’t related. 

By the time we had finished talking, the form bell was almost about to go. 

‘Let’s go and see what classes we’re in shall we?’ leading my friends inside the school. The red bricked building loomed up at me and I felt a surge of nostalgia. This was my thirteenth year at this school. Having come here since kindergarden, it was a second home to me. I was in Year Eleven this year.

The hallways looked the same as always. Of course, that was excluding the hundreds of people flocking in the halls. Our school had never really had many students, so this was a huge change! 

Opening the door to our form room, I was taken aback by the behaviour of the girls and guys in the room. Flirting was the common activity going on here, but some had unfortunately already taken it a bit further. I spotted a couple passionately making out on the desk. I looked away, disgusted at how long this school taken to turn to this. My friends looked on, amused at my reaction.