We burst through the door of the class room, I was still gripped tightly onto Tom's back, who was almost dying from a heart attack, stairs obviously aren't his strong point...
"Excuse me!? What time do you call this!?" Mr Gordon glared at us, I slowly slid of Tom's back who was looking into sir's eyes frightened,
"There was traffic" Sam smiles, trying to walk past, Mr.Gordon holds out his arm, blocking the way for Sam,
"Excuse me sir, your arms in my way" Sam says to the teacher, if anyone could answer back to a teacher it would be Sam all the way,
The class erupt with laughter from Sam's comment
"SILENCE!!" Mr Gordon roars, and the classroom instantly hushes.
"Dominic, Andrew, Tomas, Samuel and Skye please can I speak to you all OUTSIDE" Mr Gordon growls, even though I new that the boys names were all shortened, it sounded odd hearing them all said lengthened, I mean, it's only Dominic that I'm used to, the rest just sound odd.
We silently shuffle out the classroom, I hear people in my class shushing others so they can eavesdrop on the argument which is about to take place.
"Right, I understand that the traffic was at a 'bad turn' but that attitude is not tolerated at this school! Am I understood?" Mr Gordon says sternly, we all nod staying quiet,
"Miss Smith, coming into lesson on Tom's back isn't how we approach a lesson is it?" Sir glares, his voice starts to raise.
"OI, leave her alone, she's new fam" Sam stands up for me, yet possibly making the argument impossible to win,
"What!? 'FAM!?" USE SOME VOWELS SON" Mr. Gordon screeched, I felt I should stand up for Sam,
"He did! 'A'" I said, instantly regretting saying that,
"Skye!" Andy muttered shaking his head, 'Sorry' I mouthed to him, concern for my friends filled my body, I answered back to a teacher!! Will we all get expelled!?
"Come with me" Sir said surprisingly calmly, we reluctantly followed him,
"Were heading for the heads office" Dom whispers,
"I'm sorry, this is my fault" I sigh, I feel I have gone against my friends,
"What did I tell you Skye, never be sorry, not ever. It's not your fault that Mr. Gordon's a twat" Dom winked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, "NOW LETS GO GET INTO TROUBLE!!"
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Teen FictionThis is the story of Skye, Skye Smith. She was brought up without a mother and living with her drunk, abusive father. But that's a part of her life she won't tell anyone... when she moves to London her one wish is for her life to change, but leavin...
