𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

1

It was a gloomy Monday morning, and Amelia wickers was sat in her history classroom. She was reading a book, chewing nervously on her nails due to the fact her brother (the class's teacher) had not arrived at school yet. She sighed, "Fucks sake, Alfie."

After what felt like ages of waiting, Alfie Wickers walks into the class. He looks like a bomb had just gone off and landed on him. Alfie mumbled a tired "Morning" before slouching down in his desk chair. "Good morning" The loud class responded back to him, before going back to their conversations. He groaned, the loudness of the class making him nauseous.

A girl in the class, Jing, walked up to Alfie. "I have taken the liberty of taking the form register for you." She handed him the form register. Jing was a A+ student, who looked really stuck up. In reality, Jing was a really sweet girl.

Alfie shushed Jing, which in reply he was called a "Pathetic excuse of a teacher" in Jing's native language. "Jing, your language is very beautiful, but means nothing to me." Jing rolled her eyes and stormed back to her seat.

"Parents evening tonight sit, you get to meet my mum. Everyone says she's a MILF." A teenager by the name of Chantelle Parson's spoke. Chantelle was well, Chantelle. She was a confident, intelligent, and sexy. Everything Amelia wished to be, in all honesty.

Alfie's face twisted with disgust. "Chantelle, haven't you got a class to be preparing for?" He attempted to change the subject. "Maths. We're doing fractions. Apparently 23 won't go into 15. Mrs Mollinson says it's impossible. We'll see about that." She winked.

"That's fucking disgusting!" Amelia groaned.
"Thank you, Amelia!" Alfie agreed, nodding his head whilst looking Chantelle.
"Who would wanna date you?" She asked, hoping to annoy her brother.
"Unnecessary." He deadpanned.

Two boys then storm into the classroom. "Oh, I can't believe you did that!" Leslie 'Rem dogg" Remmington laughed. Rem Dogg had been a friend of Amelia's since year 6. He has a wheelchair, and has wore baseball caps since before Amelia could remember.

Mitchell Harper, Rem dog's best friend since reception was the last student to enter their history class. "Rem dogg, why are you late?" Alfie asked in a tired tone. "Wheelchair?" He replied rudely. "And you, Mitchell?" The boy with a buzz cut gave a dirty look to his teacher "Well this thing don't push itself, does it?"

The two went to the back of the class on the right side, which was where Amelia was sitting. "Hey beautiful" Mitchell flirted, as he sat down in his seat. She rolled her eyes, praying that the boy couldn't see the light blush on her face. Mitchell Harper and Amelia Wickers. They met in year 8. Mitchell has always been flirting with Amelia, it was his routine. Amelia had always ignored it, she would even go as far to say she disliked it. But at the start of this year, something about the things he said to her, or the way he would sneakily put his hand on her thigh to provoke her, it made her stomach flutter. It was probably just a stupid crush.

"Look, Please, it's Monday morning. I have a hangover. Joe, can you just go and see if that first aid box has any Berocca in it?" Alfie asked a student, Joe. Joe was truly the sweetest boy Amelia had ever met. He was always so kind to everyone, but was often called "fat" and "gay" by pupils.

"Yes dad" The boy says, getting up, before realising what he said. The whole class burst out into laughing, even Jing. Amelia sighed, feeling bad for the poor boy. "Oh, my days! He just called Mr Wickers dad! What a helmet!" Amelia gave him a dirty look, before Alife spoke. "Shut up mitchell, at least he knows who his dad is."  The class began saying 'ooh' and Mitchell had a look of anger of his face.