Waterloo Road- Rising & Tipping

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
"Brooke, Brooke, Brooke Mills" Mr Clarkson said impatiently.
"mmm what sir?" I said as i arose from daydreaming about anything that wasn't English..
"What emotions do we come across when talking about Romeo at the start of the play?" Mr Clarkson asked as he stared at me waiting for an answer.
I didn't know did i, I wasn't interested in a play that doesn't do anything for me anyway, plus the prologue tells us everything, an ancient feud, both characters die and i'm not one for Shakespeare .. I don't get it there's no point on spending 3 months on a play that spoils the end before Act 1 Scene 1 even starts. I'm not a genius, i wish there was such a exam for daydreaming i'd get an A star straight off, but the government just doesn't understand teenagers mind due no one ever gets me, apart from Liam that is, Liam Mills my twin. it really helps when you have a problem liam would just defend you kick there head in. It especially helped when mum left the world.
"Brooke, Brooke" Mr Clarkson said again.
"uhh i don't know sir, Romeo was feeling depressed" i said but it was just a guess.
"Good Brooke just with my next question don't take five minutes to answer" he said more happy and relaxed
Brrring, Brrring, Brrring
"Okay well done class see you tomorrow and dont forget you have homework to hand in next lesson" he reminded.

Oh great i thought that's another deadline i missed, i didn't even know we had homework i was too busy in my thoughts god i wish that was my homework.
I'll just flunk it again i thought, like i do with all my other subjects. All apart from one that is. Art, I love art homework probably cuz its my favorite subject and i get to express myself more than anyone ever thinks. I also love the feeling when I finish a piece of work and only I know the true meaning of what I have drawn and people turn their heads at it and wonder WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN MY MIND!
I'm on a tangent, i can't stop daydreaming, I look down at my watch. Damn. 12:10pm. I'm late for my lesson again. What do i have? i have no idea. My memory has gone. . The teachers have already told me off for being late but it's not my fault. Suddenly I see Denise coming up behind. i tap her gently as she walks past, but the expression on her face says it was harder than i originally thought.
"Ouch" Denise snapped.
"Sorry Denise I honestly didn't mean it, I was just wondering what lesson we had next?"
"Uh Maths, now just leave me alone weirdo" She said as she walked off.
I sigh heavily. I hate Maths even more than I hate English. I'm no good at it, at least with English I can take a guess and if I get it wrong than the teachers think it's your own interpretation. With Maths everyone laughs if you get something wrong. And what's wrong with that Denise she is always nice. Well by the look of it, that goes to anyone that isn't me. No its not just her a lot of people hate me also. Uhhh I really don't want to go to Maths. I look down at my watch. 12:17pm. Im sure it won't matter if i just miss one more lesson. Mind due I've only been to two Maths lessons in the last month and 17 days. Just one more i thought. Then i'll catch up.. I turn away and walk towards the common room. No too obvious. Art room it is then. At least I can blend in with the year groups below. I'm middle height. It will be fine.

As I come close to the Art room i see the sun reflect on and off the brightly coloured walls. I walk in. The Art room is a explosion of colour, it has a range of different colour walls, with work displayed all over them, and there are canvases and easels dotted neatly around the room with pupils sitting at them painting or using different materials. i walk in. It feels like my second home.
I walk to the back of the classroom and see that miss campbell is in her office i duck down behind one of the canvases just as she walks out of the office.
brrr brrr, rrrr "damit turn off you stupid phone" i desperately look down at it , I know miss is walking over so i try and stay silent even though i know that there is no chance that it will work. And then I can feel her breath on my neck. I look up and there she is an inferior creature looking down at me as if to say why are you here?
"Brooke Mills how did i guess, Talk to me OUTSIDE NOW please." she said sternly
I hate when teachers do that call you out in front of the whole class even when there first years but then still have manners so they are being strict and annoying but somehow still remind you about their manners.
The door shuts behind and we just stand in the corridor. silence.
"well"
"well what miss?"
"Well what were you doing in my class when you should be in english or something"
"Miss i hate to break to you but you have it all wrong i've had english today i have maths so you should really look up my timetable before you make a fool of me oh wait you already have and do you know my timetable No so keep out of my business"!
"I won't keep out of your business and there are lots of people in the school so i can't memorise everybody's timetables and you shouldn't of been in my class."
"I don't care i would rather be at home than here at this school
No this school is where all the pupils and teachers produce rubbish work and lesson plans and won't stay out of my life."
"Just calm down"
"why miss you brought it up? You wanted answers so im giving them to you just shutup alright."

This is my first time posting Fanfic.
Thanks for reading. Another chapter is coming soon!!

Romilly x