"I don't want to be here." i think to myself as a first year runs past me nearly sending me flying. The school building looms above me and as i walk through the doors the stench of lemon floor cleaner attacks my nose.
The short journey up the stairs to my form class seems to take an eternity. Today is going to be one long day.
Walking into the classroom i see that it is nearly empty. I take my usual seat at the back and slip my earphones in before taking out the maths homework i had all weekend to do, but apparently spending eight hours a day on the internet is much more important.
I trawl through the endless maths questions, finding x and y and wondering how I will ever use this in life. just as the bell signifying the start of form class rings I finally finish and slip my books into my bag before looking up to find Orla standing in front of my desk. I quickly remove my earphones and plaster a smile on my face.
"Have you done the maths homework?" she demands.
"Good morning to you too, Orla." I sweetly say ignoring her question. I watch her eyebrow slowly rise to an arched position and her eyes narrow.
"Morning," she says sharply "So have you?" . I contemplate wheter or not to lie, i know Orla only ever talks to me if she wants homework and blatantly ignores me the rest of the time. However, i decide not to lie. "Yeah i have, why?" i ask although i already know the answer.
"Can i copy it?" no subtlety there then.
"Emmm..." i search rapidly in my mind for an excuse. Coming up with nothing i'm left to mutter a pathetic 'yeah' and hand the book over.
As she walks away i kick myself for not saying no and telling her exactly where to go.
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Teen FictionThis is a story about a young girl called Lottie. This book will follow her train of thoughts as she experiences life and just how quickly things can change. This is also my first piece of writing and i have no idea in what direction i am heading so...
