I walked through the compact corridor filled with grinning menaces, as I had no friends I sat in the common room and read a book until recess was over. As I found myself a comfortable enough seat and began to read the first chapter Bryce Jones barged me off the seat and began to break constant wind on it (fart on seat). After he left I whispered under my breath " The idiotic jerk!"
I darted through the corridor not wanting to be seen by Bryce and his irritating cronies. DING! Recess was over and now I had to return to class for register. But should I? Should I bunk off secretly or enter a world of pain and sadness? I entered the room unaware that a cruel picture of me was on the whiteboard. I sat down and went through my exercise book seeing the progress.
A roar of laughter bounced across the room. Shaken, i rapidly turned around to see giggling year eights pointing at the white board. Before I could do anything Mr Johnson came in fully aware of what was happening. " All right children settle down, now what did I tell you about not drawing alarming and unefficent drawings of another child!" Scolded Mr Johnson.
However this did not solve the problem at all. I caused a whole group of menaces to taunt me for the rest of school saying SNITCH SNITCH
