Young, Poor and Crazy

Chapter 1

It was a Monday morning in London. At a high school, right in the middle of this big city, all the students were busy hating life. The school was fairly new, it had big windows that allowed a lot of and fresh air and sunlight in. As sunny as the school was however, the kids inside that school made it look as gloomy as a darkened sky before a storm. This was Monday morning, at 08:00. This was not a time to be happy. Inside the school in a classroom filled with both the sunlight from outside and the gloom from the students inside, a teacher in his mid-fifties was teaching math, or so he tried.

'Allright students, pay attention please! Girls, girls! Yes you, in the front! Turn around!' The teacher sighed and turned his attention back on the board. 'So as I was saying. Today I will be checking your homework and I will be explaining to you the first page of chapter three.'

The teacher then went on to repeat some weird formulas they had supposedly practiced the week before, but to most of the students nothing seemed familiar. Mr. Miller, as was the teachers' name was a classic case of midlife crisis. He was that sort of guy that has given up on being ambitious and caring about his job and is basically just waiting for his retirement.

At the far back of the class a boy was sitting. He had unruly blond hair and he wore his navy blue school uniform in a very sloppy way. His shirt wasn't buttoned up all the way and he wore his tie more like a necklace. His head was resting on his arms and he wasn't paying attention at all. He lost track of math since the first week and had just given up. He hadn't done his homework but knowing that Mr Miller wouldn't actually be looking at what he had written down, but would probably just look at his notebook and be satisfied when he saw that it was more or less filled with some sort of writing, he had written down some numbers and just some funny answers like: 'Where is X? In your mom.' Just to check his theory.

'Mr. Taylor.' The boy's head shot up, when he saw the teacher he grinned. He said 'You can call me Roger if you want sir' and winked. Mark, the boy next to him, gave him a high five. Roger's grin grew wider.

The teacher chose to ignore that comment even though the class snickered. 'Can I see your homework please?' Roger nodded en showed him the notebook. As expected the teacher only looked at it for a couple of seconds and then nodded and walked away. Roger smirked. He was actually kind of disappointed that the teacher didn't read the 'your mom' comment. Oh well, maybe next time. When the teacher started his lecture about the new chapter, Roger sank his head back onto his arms and had a little nap. He was woken up by the bell and by three of his friends shaking him awake.

'Come on Rog, let's eat.' Mark said. Roger nodded and followed Mark. The other two boys, George and Andrew, weren't far behind.

To be continued

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