The board was clear, the b type question staring into my soul. I felt empty like Patrick from Spongebob. My teacher paced around the room threatening kids to stop acting like 2 year olds.
"YOU'VE GOT GCSE'S IN A FEW MONTHS GET YOUR ACTS TOGETHER!!"
A student spoke from the back of the class.
"Nah brah.."
It took every fibre of my being not to stab someone with a spoon for the first time.
Why did I have a spoon you ask? I was eating cereal.
How you ask?
Don't ask.
I looked up from my bowl, to see the slide had changed. I got up from my seat and dropped the now empty, disposable, plastic cereal bowl into the trash. Why?
Don't ask
I craved the need to eat more cereal but it would be impossible until I reached the comfort if my own home, or somehow managed to get into the staff room.
The bell rang and I collected my things before leaving the class as my fellow peers continued to scream bloody murder as they realised they were about to receive detentions. I smirked before walking towards my english class.
I entered the class.
