The evening passes quickly and soon morning hits. The rays of sun slowly crawl they're way into my small room. Beyond my window faint chattering of people walking to school can be heard as the sun slowly roles up the sky. They view is not to bad but the smoke clouds from nearby factories ruin it.
My alarm rings loud and once a minute passes the beeping becomes faster irritating my brain. I make 2 bowls of cereal for breakfast, one for me and one for my brother before making my way to school at 6:45. A caretaker would come pick my brother up and take him to school later.
I walk down a crowded street and enter a small corner shop. I am considered a regular here, everday I buy a sandwich from this place. Its much cheaper than the school canteen food and the sandwich actually tastes much better then most the meals served at the school. A square cut sandwich with tuna and sweetcorn filled between the two slices. The tuna is definitely made with salad-cream instead of mayo ,which makes it tastes better in my opinion.
Today though, it is not there. Instead I find my sandwich in the hands of a man much taller then me, I can see the face is faintly familiar, his hair is covered by a hood and for a moment I have to squint. My recoil of faces is terrible and I don't remember people very well. I don't want to start an argument so I just pick a ham one instead. The only bad thing about this place is the overly talkative cashier who invades everbodies privacy, asking the most random questions.
" Hello again young lady, back again. You must really like the sandwiches here." All I can think about is how useless it is for him to be talking to himself, it's not like I say anything more than a thank you to him.
He picks up the cardboard packaging that the sandwich is packaged in, trying to find the scan code. He briefly sees the serif font that says 'ham' and surprise lights up on his face.
"How odd, you normally have tuna. Not that I'm trying to pry, I'm no creep but you always take tuna. Infact I only ever put one tuna sandwich out because only one person ever takes it."
In that moment I'm just as surprised as the cashier, not that I show it.
This man always complains about making little to no sales but he doesn't even put out the stock he has in. Its no wonder. People probably don't take tuna because there is none to take. Is he an imbecile?
"Can I just pay and go?" Blunt, straight to the point is exactly how I speak and it's the fastest way to get out of here. I want to avoid causing anything unnecessary.
"Mhm, yes you can. Eh it's £1:50." The cashier can hear my iration and speeds up. He takes my cash and I leave the change. £1:50 for a sandwich still manages to be a pound cheaper then the school meals.
As I exit the shop yet I can still hear the cashier bothering the other guy. Probably one of the only times I feel sympathy for anyone.
Before crossing the road to go to my bus stop, a voice approaches me.
"Sorry I didn't realise you normally had tuna." Suddenly it clicks. A-ha. Its that Asher guy. My face recoil may sucks but memory of voices serves me relatively decently, It does help that I heard him just yesterday. I didn't realise he had manners, how interesting.
"Mhm." I however lack manners, only when I'm not with friends, people I care about earn my respect and manners. However this man is being polite, other 15,16 year old boys would just walk off not giving one fuck. I throw in an "Its fine." to get him off my back before walking to the bus stop and waiting while reading a novel I found a few days ago.
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"Good morning class. Now I know yesterday was bumpy. I do apologise" The Lady teacher lets out a small giggle, she most certainly isn't sorry. "I had to shout, so let this be a lesson. I respect you so you respect me, it is a mutual thing. If you throw stuff about in my classroom I will throw about detentions, however my aim is much better, more accurate so they will only be thrown at the wrongdoer's so if you behave in my class you'll be fine."
The techers smile is cunning, like she should be an evil Ceo not a public school teacher. She's already gained the fear of this classroom, fortunately I am an expectation, I made it into her goodgraces when helping her like she asked. She's not unfair so school life in English should be good this year. Unfortunately though, my luck wasn't so good with other classes. I still can't understand why we have to change teachers for the last year of school. It means my teachers are either to harsh on the whole group because of one person or the teacher are to busy creating an overly good relationships with students instead of teaching. Can't there be balance?
For example my new Dt teacher stopped the whole class from doing practical because one person didn't do his coursework over the holidays. It baffles me why he wouldn't do it but why couldn't the teacher just put him in detention or make him do it while watching everybody else enjoy themselves?
Another example would be my new Drama teacher. She is a nice lady and its the first time I had her. There are only two drama teacher at my school so I've had the other one since I began here. The new Drama teacher, though, was talking to the student's about random stuff that is extremely unrelated to drama. She wouldn't let us start our performance which needed to be started because it contributes to our final grade.
More teachers need to be like Miss Kayludum aka evil Ceo Lady. Aside fom that most my teachers seem to okay. My school works on a 6 period time table. School starts at 8 and ends at 3:30. 6:30 hours of lesson time and 1 of break / lunch time.
Registration.
English-P1,Llb,12
Dt-P2, Eab,5
Break
History-P3, Ghb,8
Language-P4, Ib,2
Lunch
Maths-P5, Mb,6
Religious studies-P6, Rcb, 1
This would be my Tuesday, today, timetable, and would be considered a 'good' day atleast it is better than home life.
English passes by rather quickly, ending with the analysis a of poem which is rather boring, although normally I do enjoy English. I prefere to write out my ideas and emotions in literature form, it's easier than saying things out loud. I lack with creative talents in arts and other things however English is different. I can express myself through the form of words, in ways others may not understand and it does help myself. Even less emotive people need to express themselves.
Next up is Dt. The whole classes of Dt have been shuffled up due to issues between friend groups. Some people lack tolerance and can't accept anything different from themselves, It is stupid drama and irrates my head to think about. How can people physically hate someone so much for nothing other than for the way they look. Does it hurt there pride, its not even their body. Maybe I'm blind to seeing the other angle but it's simply too hard to comprehend, just why?
Dt this year is with a Teacher called, Mr Macken. He's a tall guys and talks way to slow, and he never gets to the point, always rambles slowly on. You can imagine how that ends.
Today he is talking to the new kid, Asher. It is the second time today that I have managed to feel sympathy for him. He manages to listen for a solid 10 minutest before cracking and asking impolitely.
"Just tell me what I need to do." He voice is filled with frustration but I know for a fact that I wouldn't have been able to last half as long, even if my life depended on it.
" Aaaah, yes yes. Hmmm have you talked to anybody in here yet? I should give you a partner. I know you've done this before in your old school but new school new strart. I just want to ensure your full safety. We might have different or more machines compared to your old school. Wait aren't you from a rich school? Hmm possibly not then but these machines are older probably less safe then the old ones you've used. Im sure you understand. Hmmmm. Who to choose." It looks like and sounds like a horrible situation to be in. Listening to the ramblings of Sir's gives me an aneurysm and I've not even been listening for more than a minute. I stare at the two of them as Sir's eyes scan the room, they meet mine. He squints a little more before a hint of happiness appears in his eyes. Its like hes found a golden ticket from a chocolate bar. Its like hes layed his eyes upon a mountain of gold. Like hes found the one key hes been looking for to open a special treasure chest. It takes me a few seconds to glock what is about to happen.
"Shit." My mind doesn't always work along well with me and I say stuff outloud. This happens to be one of those situations and I definitely didn't speak quietly.
"Mesai, I didn't know you had it in you to swear. Well if you like foul language so much I'm sure this new student can be given the pleasure to tell you off every time you swear while your helping him with the new machines. If an innocent looking soul like yours can swear so easily then maybe I must keep a closer eye on you."Sir sounds like hes scolding a 5 year old for finding a lost stray cat and feeding it food.
These past few days make me feel like the gods want me to suffer through lots of unneeded trails and tribulations. It most certainly isn't fun.
I can't help but sigh as I pick up the plywood that I also happened to drop when going through my moments of painful realisation. The plyfood has a small dent where it caught at the bottom of desk leg. I'll have to use another piece. My eyes darken, I really do not want to re-saw and sand and glue together a piece of wood just to make a bloody box. I don't even want to think about showing this dimwit how to use machine hes used others before I couldn't care less about his situation.
First he steals the tuna sandwich and now I'm made to teach how to use fucking machinery which toodlers could use.I don't understand why Im so angry, I don't own the sandwich and this incident isn't his fault. I don't really blame him and I will show him if he asks. Ultimately though, why am I so angry? I brush my over exaggerated emotions off and move on.
My approach to the tall ash haired boy is fast and my voice is dull and emotionless. " If you need help ask but I'm not going out my way to show you the machines you've used before." My escape is quick and I make my way to the wood pile, trying to find the right or similar sized piece of wood.
" What am I supposed to do?" His tone is confused but just as bored as mine. I'm kind of surprised he's asking something already. I turn my head around and speak in a flat tone, I know exactly what has happened and guess it straight away because this boy seem to be an extremely independent person so someone else made the mistake.
"He told you nothing, right?"
"Yep, Your not surprised?"
"Would you be surprised based on your first impression of him?"
The boy looks up to the sky as if he's thinking before looking back down into my green eyes. He shakes his head.
"Not really, he was talking about some holiday trip he didn't manage to book?"
I stare at him before letting out the second deep sigh of the day. I can tell that today has already been ruined.I go ahead and briefly explain the brief we have been given this term.