Flawed Feelings

Chapter 3 - Table For Two

Registration. I was sat at the back of the class, looking around the bleak, light blue room waiting to find out what lessons I've got to endure today. The tables were laid out in rows within the small square room. The carpet was old, dark blue in colour and covered with old chewing gum stains. The windows were blacked out by blinds which were covered in student's idle doodles and pointless remarks. The ceiling was low with square tiles covering the majority of it, a flickering light at the far end of the class was illuminating the teachers ever-growing bald patch at the back of his head.

Mr Price was at the front of the class taking the register whilst the students were talking amongst themselves. He was an oldish man with a receding hairline and glasses which covered his brown withering eyes. He fought for silence as he spoke but failed as these mindless apes refused to listen. There was a time when he cared enough to fight us and win. Those days I miss, he was a great teacher but now, not so much.

He proceeded to take their names regardless of whether they were paying attention, then carried on with the information he had been told to tell us. If he hadn't been told to, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't tell us. To teach us all a lesson, to actually listen in his presence.

Drugs and alcohol, for first and second period, then third period is relations and fourth and fifth is sex education. It was an extra-learning day, we get taken out of lessons to learn something we already know. Waste of a day if you ask me. We've re-learnt these lessons every term since Year 5, by Year 7 you're sick of this day. I'm now in Year 11 and the lessons haven't changed. I wouldn't usually even come in, but no one decided to let me know of this upcoming wonderful five hours of education. So I'm stuck here. Brilliant.

Leaving early I made my way to first period. MFL6. Modern Foreign Languages, room 6. I walked slowly up the stairs to the top floor where this department is situated. All the energy I had, was used up by the time I got to the first floor. Just another two to go.

Hopefully I get Miss Divine, might make the day go easier seeing as I'll have the same person all day. As I reached the top floor I looked down the long hallway and started to walk to the end of it. My footsteps were heavy and echoed throughout the corridor as I dragged my feet with what little energy I had left.

I came up to the door which was marked MFL6 and opened it. Heat blasted my face as I opened the door. I pulled up a chair and placed it in front of it to keep the door open as it was roasting inside the room.

Taking my seat at the back the empty classroom, I waited for the rest of my class to join me. I took my phone and earphones out of my bag and connected them. I slipped off my shoes, looked quickly through my songs list and found Ke$ha's song Dirty Love and clicked on it. Putting my phone into shuffle mode I turned it up, put it in my pocket and zoned out.

My feet were resting on the table as the rest of the class started to fumble into the classroom and take their seats. I don't really talk to anyone in my registration class, they're all knobs really. A bunch of immature, slaggy, bitchy knobs! I miss my normal lessons. At least then I could be at least a little bit happy. Instead I'm sat at the back of the class on my own. Rather it that way anyway, this way I can practically sleep all day and no one would care.

The loud, rowdy class suddenly fell into silence as the sound of heels entered the room, unsettling me a bit. Seeing as no one was talking about who it was I decided to open my eyes and see, hoping it wasn't the Head Teacher though as I'm in enough trouble with her already.

I took out my earphones and lifted my head off the windowsill to find Miss Evans stood at the front of the room. I looked her up and down and saw her shiny, black, pointy heels on her pale feet. Her slim legs were showing to above her knee where it was covered by a tight, black pencil skirt up to her waist. A white floaty blouse was tucked into the skirt and had a deep V-neck surrounded by ruffled layers of material, topped off with a granddad collar. This was underneath a black, double-breasted, open jacket which had distinctive white seams and white circular buttons.