The World According to Lily: Lily's Not-So-Happy New Year (#1)

Chapter 3: Let the drama begin...

 Wednesday, 13th January

12:25 PM

A word of advice: never put L.O.L and Ms O’Reilly (nicknamed ‘Holy Moley’ due to the titanic mole living on her left cheek) in the same room together. Ever. Particularly when Holy Moley is in a worse mood than a die-hard Justin Bieber fan that has just discovered that all the tickets to Justin’s latest concert have been all snapped up.

We had another free class for History today. Rumour had it that Ms Robinson had gotten a dig in the face, breaking her titanic nose as a result. Holy Moley (who is so hot-tempered she’d give Gordon Ramsay a run for his money) was given the duty of supervising us. She observed L.O.L, who had his grungy grey tracksuit bottoms and dishevelled white Adidas runners. “Excuse me, Lawrence” she asked. “Can you explain to me why you don’t have your full uniform?” L.O.L looked her straight into her beady, bloodshot eyes and retorted “How about you explain to me why you have that big yoke on your face?” The whole class tried their best not to chuckle, but failed. Of course, Holy Moley hit the roof and screamed at us to be silent. She has the voice of a lion, so all of us-well, the majority of us-shut up. “How dare you talk to the teacher in such rudeness!” she yelled, her face turning crimson with both fury and embarrassment. L.O.L smirked arrogantly and sassed “How dare you go ‘round with a face that’d turn milk! You’re scaring the poor first years for God’s sake!” Holy Moley was horrified and demanded him to stand on the corridor. He dauntlessly refused, and so she warned him that she would put him in the Discipline Book if he continued to act like this. “Ahh now Miss!” he responded. “I’m hardly going to fit into a flippin’ book, aren’t I?” I accidentally let out a snigger, resulting in Holy Moley glaring fiercely at me before going back to L.O.L. She narrowed her eyes and growled “If you don’t get your act together right now, I’ll…”

The sounding of the bell cut her off and we didn’t hesitate to scramble eagerly out of the room. Holy Moley let out a dejected sigh, scowling at L.O.L as he ran out the door.

L.O.L is probably the reason why nearly all of our teachers have lost ninety-nine percent of their patience. Make that a hundred. He’s constantly paying frequent visits to The Beast’s office (more like a lair if you ask me) and getting more detentions than the number of times Nanny has said a certain unmentionable word that rhymes with ‘puck’. And trust me, that is a lot of detentions. But it’s impossible to believe how brave he is, having said that. I mean, he’s a bit on the weedy side, but he has the courage to stand up against The Beast! If anyone else in St. Brendan’s tried to stand up against her, their funeral would take place the following day.

12:40 PM

“So we were all outside Freddie’s chipper,” Jenny informed me and the girls at the lunch room. She spoke so quickly I thought that she had learnt some sort of newly invented language that I had no knowledge of. We weren’t half interested in her repetitious and pointless gossip, but she took no notice of it and kept babbling on. “And then Chris Keneally started taking the piss out of Tamara because she likes Liam Condon and then she started getting all prissy and…”

That very second, Zara impeded in a somewhat boastful way “Me and the fella I bumped into on the street on Monday were getting along great yesterday” We stared at her to say the we couldn’t care less, but she obviously didn’t get the message because she sighed “He’s so dreamy…” “Zara,” Deb asked in a sweet but sarcastic tone of voice. “Do you actually know his name?”

Zara smirked. “Uh, yeah! His name’s Joshua”

Deb grinned jeeringly. “What’s his last name?”