The book with way too many clichés ✔

what country did whales first originate from?

"Okay class" said mr wrinklyass as he turned around back to the board and begun drawing lines on the board. "Can anyone tell me where australia is?"

We all silently pointed toward australia on the map and he rewarded us with a small clap and a hardly recognisable laugh.

"Very good. Very good. And china?"

Then we all pointed to china and he looked so happy.

"Um sir" a familiar intellectual voice called out from somewhere in the class.

"What country was it that the whale actually originated from?"

Agonising silence surrounded us all and the chalk from inside sirs hand snapped in two.

A massive bang filled the room and of course the noise couldnt have been anything other than the banging of mr wrinklyass' face on the wooden table.

"Blahblahblahblah" was all i could hear of his angry rant because i was seriously finding it extremely hard to focus.

The reason why i was finding it rather hard to focus was because someone from behind me was breathing, open mouthed and down the back of my neck. It was slightly creepy actually.

I crained my head enough over my shoulder so to clearly see the person behind me.

"W-who are you?" I asked her. She didnt look like any normal 12 year old. In fact she looked my age or maybe a little younger.

But there was something off about her. I could feel it.

She had short brown hair, a black band merch t-shirt that said green day across it, a swag hat and vans shoes with writing on them.

Oh god.

She was punk rock.

Oh no. Ohnoohnoohnoohno this could NOT be happening right now.

I couldnt be socialising with a PUNK ROCK CHICK !

If Nial knew about this he would kill me. And i mean actually kill me. Murder me in absolute cold blood. No one would ever know.

I ran out of the class room as fast as I possibly could.

I had to tell Nial, and as soon as possible.

Punk rocks were in town.

I shivered in anticipation.