I live on an island. Palm Island, so called because it oddly looks a lot like a palm tree, the kind you would find on a tropical island off the coast of somewhere very hot. Palm Island is not hot because it is in England where it rains most of the time. Not many people know it's here because it is so small and tiny and the people who do know it's here only know because it won the prize for the Most Wet Island in the UK 1996, which you can probably guess doesn't exactly bring in the tourists by the boatload. But honestly, I think that's how everyone who lives here likes it. It's certainly how I like it; I love this island more than anything else.
I am in year seven and secondary school is extremely confusing, in case you didn't already know. And I'm not even talking about the work; the work is the least of my worries! It's the people. There are absolutely lovely people like for example my best friend, Richard James Harrison Blueberry III. Yes, that is his actual name, including 'the third' part. You see the thing is that his dad's dad (i.e his Granddad) was called Richard James Harrison Blueberry and he likes his name so much that he decided to name his son the same and make it a family tradition. Hence, Richard James Harrison Blueberry II called his son the same! Confusing no? Anyway, my friend says family traditions are stupid and that he ever gets a son, he is going to break the tradition and call it Fred or something and he gets everyone to call him Ricky. I think the name is cool but I am not the one with four names and a number at the end of it.
My best friend is great, but there are loads of people in my year and yes, some are lovely like Alfie Jackson who sits on my art table but some are horrid like Sophie Allen who is very rich and very mean to anyone who doesn't have the latest handbag and Zack Kingston who is always getting told off and is mean to lots of people for no reason. Even some teachers are horrible like Mr Cape the maths teacher who seems to think I am really thick because maths is not my strongest point. However there are also great teachers like Mr Sharp, the Drama teacher who says I am one of the best at drama in my year which makes me very happy because I love acting.
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