Path to Hate

Before it Happened PART 1

I go to Mill Park Secondary School in England. I was in Year 11 when it happened. I thought that I would be old enough to make my own choices but let's be honest, we all need some help from our parents.

It was the first day back after the summer holidays and I was very excited about starting Year 11. Oh, only if I knew what was in stock for me! As I entered through the main gates, I felt a feeling of freshness. It was a new year, to forget about the past and to make a new start, especially now that I had GCSEs to 'look forward' to.

Freya was already in the form room before I was. Freya is my best friend, we have been since pre school.

"Hey Frey!" I shouted, seeing as it was only me and her in the room.

"Hey Tiff!" she replied, "how were the holidays?"

"Fine, we didn't do much. Just the usual, you know BBQs."

Soon after, Mr Marcell, our form tutor came in for form time. If you have no clue what form time is then here is the definition: basically if there is no assembly then we have form time. It happens both in the afternoon and in  the morning and we get registered and it is just kind of our place to chill out ish!

Mr Marcell has been our form tutor since Year 8 as our Year 7 form tutor left to Bermuda as  she got a promotion. Mr Marcell is a maths teacher, he is very good at it as well!

So now back to the point. Later we had Period 1. Maths, what a great start to the year and guess which teacher we had? Miss Spice. The world's most ancient teacher. I swear she came from the Ancient Greek times. It took her about 20 minutes to actually get up from her seat! Ok fine exagerratedness but I really don't care because I really do hate her!

We were doing linear equations. At least that was something that wasn't too bad. The treacherous maths lesson went really slowly and the homework was incredibly difficult as well.

Ah, break time! A very relaxing part of the day. A time to relax and eat with your friends! That's how it is meant to be anyway until this happened:

"Hey Tiff!".

The most annoying voice of all time has been heard.

"Hi Jean!", I said in a very annoyed voice.

Jean was a 'popular'. 'Populars' are basically people who are kind of the mean, gossipy, terribly annoying idiots.

"So..." Jean says in that excruciatingly painful voice.

"WHAT?" I reply

"This..." she takes out her perfect shoe and trips me up and makes me look like I'm an idiot.

She laughs and I don't really care.

Period 2- Art

"So class, today we are going to be writing an essay on one of the artists that we looked at in Year 10. In this essay you need to include: what you like and dislike about the artist and their works, why you chose this artist and any other things that comes up in your brain!" informs Mrs Morgan.

Mrs Morgan's lessons are the most boring. Who makes a student write an essay in a stupid art lesson?

As I sadly didn't finish my art essay during the lesson it was set as homework.

And so the day flew past and before I knew it I was at home.