Reconnecting With My Dad John

a secret lennon

I guess everyone at some point hates school and i am no different only thing is i go to a posh school not by choice may i add. I would be way happier going to the local school down the road where all my friends go but how can i say this my parents have alot of money well my dad does but ill inform you on all that later.

My school is based on gangs not those kind of gangs as I said my schools posh. Everyone has their own gang or group whichever term you prefer that they belong to and the gangs are based on how much money they have sorry correction how much money there parents have.

As you can imagine the top gang are the girls who walk around with their noses in the air permanently and giggling with their friends normally about other people. I call them the bitches you know the type totally gross. Guess your wondering what group i belong to huh?. well I'm right at the bottom I'm in the gang of rejects as i call us and I'm there because well i lied about my family.

One day the poshies were trying to figure me out and see where i ranked in their school. so when questioned i told them that my parents inherited a large fortune which is kinda true. well it isn't really its a out right lie but i knew once i told them who my parents are well who my dad is that i will become the school freak show. where everyone will stare at me and ask me all kinds of questions.

OK OK ill fess up you may all know my dad he is kinda famous My dad is John Lennon there i said it but don't tell a soul its gotta be our secret right pinkie promise?. I know you are probably wondering why i am not bragging about him to everyone who looks in my direction but he is now with Yoko Ono you might have heard about her huh.

They are making the headlines about all the um crazy stuff they are doing in the aid of getting the peace message out there. I think its great i am all for peace and love and all that jazz but hey I'm a teenage girl. I'm embarrassed to see my dad in his jammies in bed with this other woman all over the newspapers and TV. Another reason is well I'm kinda with the rest of the world I don't really like yoko. I don't think she is a witch like half of Britain currently believe but she sure has changed my dad some for the better and well some changes not so good.

I heard yesterday that they were in a bag yup a bag why I don't know. Personally I'll blame yoko. Some of the things he is doing makes me want to crawl up in a ball and die of shame now don't judge me if your dad was right now on the front of the newspapers sitting in a bag you would be embarrassed to am i right? you see i ain't so different from you. oh by the way I'm called Tilly but you can call me Tills we are practically friends now right?.

Well i suppose i better make my way to hell aka school before I'm late again. I'm forever late I'm convinced I'll turn up to my funeral late but I don't like to say I'm late I just say I'm making a entrance.

"bye mum ill see you when i get home "

"OK sweetheart now you listen in class and learn all you can"

yes my mother is a keep your head in your studies young lady. You will have time for fun when you leave type of mother. One of the only things that she is strict about is my education she wants me to grow up to be a strong independent and smart woman.

"OK i always do" which is the truth I work hard and I love to learn its just the social part of school I struggle with.

I actually quite enjoy the walk to school something about the breeze on my face and the sound of the birds chirping that just clears my thoughts and puts me in a good mood. oh well look we are here gosh i hate this place. Its like having to go to prison everyday and be caged up with a bunch of snobs. As I'm walking threw the corridors of hell i realize just how much i don't fit in here like take that girl for example her hair is all pinned up nice and neatly and she is wearing a green and white dress and a white jacket and white shoes even her ear rings match her outfit. Then there is me I'm dressed in a pair of tight black ripped jeans with a bob dylan shirt and my beloved leather jacket which was my dads from his young teddyboy badass days where he was trying to look like a rocker i kinda stole it on him but sshhh he doesn't know. I'm also wearing some trainers and my hair is in a loose messy ponytail i do stick out like a sore thumb. I'm not super hung up on my appearance but sometimes seeing all these pretty girls makes me feel ugly. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to have my dad's nose.