I sit or rather sprawl over a desk two rows from the front and the seat from the centre isle which splits the classroom in two. An acrid taste touches my tongue as I clear away a bunsen burner used the in the lesson before ours. As the one person who seems to be paying an ounce of attention to the teacher, he approaches me with textbooks to hand out - oh lovely, another lesson where we just copy down notes straight from these. The smell of new books hits my nose, reminding me of the stupid decision to change the whole curriculum and consequently fish out money for new textbooks no-one wants instead of spending it on a water fountain we've been begging for for years.
I head around the room, avoiding eye contact with the classmates I hand the books to, they ignore me too and continue their meaningless conversations. I'm walking behind Blonde Boy With a Quiff, trapped between his chair and the lab bench to my other side.
All of a sudden I am falling forward, I throw my hands out and grab the bench to stop m embarrassing fall, but its too late. The shiny books have already slipped out of my sweaty hands and are collected in a heap on the ground.
Classmates are laughing. The teacher is shouting.
I hold back tears.
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