Lost

Isolation

Luke's pov:

"Luke, I am fed up of seeing you in isolation, what's this? The third time today?" Mrs Evans asked, letting her boring and lame personality shine bright like a diamond.

"Maybe, teachers should get taught how to control your lion of a son!" I screamed back in her face, not giving a care in the world that people were now starting to turn their heads away from the plain white wall staring in front of them, and were now looking at me, hearing a few giggles here and there.

"Excuse me Luke! This is out of order, Daniel is a respectful young man-"

"Oh, here we go. I'm not up for a conversation about your perfect son today, miss" I butted in, smirking at her.

"No, Daniel is a respectful young man, no teachers have complained about him whatsoever. He has a clean record unlike you and he does everything he is asked, and quite frankly I am certain he will pass every one of his GCSE's and for some other pupils, I don't have a hope in hell that they don't pass, just so they know how much of a waste of space that they are!"

"Wow, what a speech, but you know what? I don't give two flying monkeys that your son is 'respectful' and that he's going to pass all his GCSE's, I hate him and you-" I took a deep breath in and then out.

"And just to clarify that 'they' she was on about, was about me, guys, just in case you were wondering if she was trying to cover it up!" I shouted to the whole class, surely you can get a teacher done for saying something like that to you?

"To Mr Power's office now!" Mrs Evans screamed, giving a tad bit red in the face.

Getting teachers to hate me and panic when it came to teaching the class I was in, was the most entertaining thing about school.