Spellistic

PART 3

When I get to school, I find Priya, who is sitting under the tree and texting. "happy April fools!" I cry and hug her "happy Birthday!" she cries, her hair smelling like Pantene. "Bump into Trixy?" Priya asks eyebrows raised. "How did you-" " Look" she interrupts me. And there posted online is a picture of me jogging away but it is labelled 'slut'. "That son of a Satan!" I growl, I am so frustrated, I am already a loner and a weirdo, I dont need any unwanted attention!

The bell rings and I stomp away to class. Priya had English so we had to quickly separate as I had maths. "I will show you it at lunch!" I shout over the bell. Priya nods and I turn away from her to my next class. I hate maths, we had Mr Lawrenson and he is sure strict although everyone calls me his 'teacher's pet' aka Priya. I decide to sit at the back so I can peak at the spell book every now and then.

I open my maths book just as my classmates come stomping in. And yes, it Is possible to have Trixy in the same class 6 years in a row. Teachers separate you so well from your friends, it's like they put you with the people you hate the most. Everyone takes a seat and Trixy sits in front of me, turns around and sticks her tongue out at me. I am so interested in wondering what is inside the spell book, im not bothered to let Trixy destroy my whole day, which is normally every day.

Mr Lawrenson came into class, his gaze immediately catching mine. Mr Lawrenson was at least 50 years old with grey hair and icy blue eyes. "Class, turn to exercise 3G" his growly boring voice thundered throughout the classroom. I quickly grabbed the spell book from my book and covered my maths book over it so I wasn't seen looking at it. I learnt this trick from when Trixy used it to hide her phone in her maths book.