It took me the best part of twenty minutes to get to school, but living in the middle of London does have its drawbacks. After getting out of the house, I caught the eight thirty bus to Duskendale road, which was a ten minute drive away. Upon leaving the bus, I was assaulted by a wave of grumpy looking business people in grey suits, tut-ting at me as I squeezed through, however, this didn't take long and soon was running full pelt at the school, the tails of my blazer billowing out behind me. (Yes, the school had no set boy or girl blazers. Uniform freaks.)
Out of direct sight the school itself seemed pretty ordinary from the exterior. Immediately obvious were two large blocks of classrooms, A and B block, with rows of windows and white paint peeling from the walls. This is where English, Maths, Languages and some of the ICT classes were held.
As you round the corner, you will see the front entrance, a modern looking glass extension, completely in contrast with the building around it. Going through automatic doors, you would enter a cool, air-conditioned room with white walls, examples of student projects on the walls and to one side, several plush looking chair's and a coffee table. To the other side was a desk, a long slab of wood, with a couple of computer monitors and very little personal note from the two staff that worked there.
Mrs Grayson and Mrs Wooder. Both very grumpy ladies and both I hated. With a passion. They always gave me disapproving looks, even though I didn't dress half as slutty as some of the more popular girls in the school. So when I walked through I just ignored them. Then the bell went.
Crap. Form time.
I didn't like form time, not because it was boring, but because of the people in it, especially the yeah eight boys, who play fought all the time and were so immature. The only good thing about form was Karen. Karen was one of the brightest, bounciest people you could ever hope to meet. She was always making jokes and just generally good for a laugh.
She had blonde hair that fell halfway down to her waist, a sharp, inquisitive sort of face and light brown eyes. As I walked into form, she looked round and grinned, her braces catching the sunlight streaming in through the window.
The class room itself looked very ordinary, with five desks that sat 6 people each, ugly green carpets and the teachers desk at the far end. Our tutor wasn't here at the moment, more likely she was too busy reading and had forgotten all about us.
That was another good thing about our form, our tutor, and also my English teach Miss Huffinch.
Miss Huffinch was a very comely woman, with a nice, smiling face, thick framed glasses and dark red hair that fell to her waist. She was part of the "Hippie" movement during the seventies and was nearly always wearing some sort airy gown, usually in varying shades of green. In my opinion it quite suited her. She was also an avid reader, and when we are set class tests she was always buried on some sort of six hundred page novel. One time she brought out "Fifty Shades of Grey", which produced some sniggers from the more immature members of the class. I think after that she read it more in private..
As I was turning to Karen about to engage in your weekly ritual of catching up with our weekends, when Miss Huffinch walked into the room sat-down and began to call out the register, we dropped our volume to a bare whisper.
"So" I whispered "What went down last weekend?"
"What do you mean?" Karen replied, giving me a quizzical look.
"Well..." I said, smirking slightly "A little birdie tells me that someone has a boyfreind"
"Wha-no.." Karen stuttered, then her eyes widened "STOP PEERING INTO MY HEAD YOU BITCH!" she whined loudly, playfully punching me on the shoulder while was nearly bursting with laughter.
We were interrupted in our hilarity when two particularly large jets of water hit our faces. Spluttering we looked up to see Miss Huffinch giving us the evil eye and the sound of the entire form howling with laughter.
Telepathy, that's my power. I know, it sounds like the most generic super power in the universe, but apperently it's a very rare power and comes in very handy sometimes. There were lots of different people with different powers at my school, ranging from the most common like telekinesis (moving stuff with your mind) to full on demi-gods. Yes. Demi-gods. Let’s take my first lesson of the day, double English for example...
