I cough. I've been coughing all day. There's a knock at the door. I sigh and wearily stumble down the stairs. I've missed clarinet practise at school today and I'm not in the greatest mood. "Hey!" My friend Boris grins at me and my worn down appearance. "What do you want." I grumble.
"Just bringing 'round todays homework and I've um- come to tell you that we have a um- project on the Anglo Saxons and um- um- stuff. The groups were called out today." I groan. I hate projects. It's always me doing the majority of the work whilst everyone else wasn't listening and instead mess around with their friends. It's annoying. They leech off of me and I hate it. "Who's in my group?" I sigh. Boris raises an eyebrow at it and laughs again but eventually he tells me. I groan again. "Anything else you're here for or is that it?" I ask. Boris smiles again. I want him to stop smiling; it's getting on my nerves. "Well now you mention it," He says slowly. HURRY UP! "I could do with a-" I shut the door on him and swing myself onto the sofa. Oh hell no! Flowerman's in my group. That stupid, stuttering kid who was quivering yesterday. You've got to be joking. I bet he's one of the kids that don't do any work. I sigh for the thousandth time. I guess I'll see tomorrow (if this stupid cough goes away).
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Turns out the cough is much better. I don't know if that's good or bad. I'm in school now and history is next. The bell rings. I guess it's time to find out what's up. I take a deep breath and walk to lesson with my friends. They chat but I don't say much. Every time I try to speak my throat turns dry and I have a coughing fit. But my mum still sent me to school. Wow I'm so lucky. I sit down at Group 5's table. I can't believe I'm not with any of my friends. And instead I'm with... Flowerman. I look up at the clock. Of course, Flowerman is one of those ones. Late. Five seconds after I turn around and slump in my seat I hear a commotion at the door and guess who bursts through. Flowerman. "S-sorry I'm late!" He yells and walks over to sit at the same table as me. I can feel everyone looking at him and I join them. I can't believe this. What an utter failure he is.
"Sorry," He mutters again. His face turning red. Everyone soon becomes bored of staring and returns to their project. I look at our group. Me. Rollboy. Spookyman. Ghostbaby. Flowerman. I hope I can get through this next two weeks.
No one says anything. They just sit in silence and I'm starting to get quite irritated. Am I going to have to do it all myself. Again? Like every single other time? I grab a sheet and stare at it. It sounds like an easy enough project. We had to cover the important events of the invasion of the Normans and William the Conqueror's role in this. "Right," I say, addressing the group. They all look up, surprised. What are they looking like that for? Were they seriously planning on not doing any work? I shake my head in disbelief and carry on. "Who wants to make the powerpoint?" I ask. No response. I can feel the unamused expression I have fallen into. Rollboy saves me from my misery. "I'll do it!" I relax a little, at least someone is going to help. "I think we should split the research into sections and then we can give our research to someone else then check over it and make the slide. Does that sound good?" Rollboy and Spookyman nods. Flowerman gives a slight spasm and I curl my lip slightly. Whatever. Ghostbaby is trying to eat Flowerman's shoe and I try not to show my amusement.
I look over the brief summary of events given to us and pick out some of the key points and we start divvying them up. I'm going to be keeping a close eye on Flowerman.
