Yep. I went to school yesterday. Actually, I think I'll do a narrative. I'm in that sort-of mood...
It was the morning of the day I'd been dreading. Drops of sunlight seeped through the cracks in my curtains and formed crooked lines on the wall. I had barely slept the night before, so was even more reluctant to leave the comfort of my lilac bedcovers. Curled up at my feet making little grunting sounds is Munchkin. My arm slides over the blankets, gives her a stroke and moves her gently over, freeing my legs.
It only takes a glance at the clock to make me scramble out of bed and into the bathroom, where I rush through brushing my teeth and my vitamin moisturising techniques. Back in my room, I dive under piles on the floor, searching for my school uniform. Eventually I realise it's Monday and my skirt, jumper and tie are hung where I put them yesterday after the gruelling process of ironing.
Clothes go on and I rush to school. I'm late, as usual so I walk up to our form room alone. I can hear the rest of the class talking; Daniel, Luca and blog are just a few of the words that roll of their tongues. A few puffs of my blue inhaler are in order to slow my breathing down. Trembling, I enter the room. People continue talking, but their eyes are definitely on me so I end up looking at the floor.
My assigned seat is at the back of the class, next to Luca and one of his (jerk) friends, but they're not there. The only person more likely to be late than me is Luca, so I thought this was fairly normal. Heaving a sigh of relief I sit down and wait for the bell.
The next few classes are easy, we're just sitting talking and doing pointless things. The conversation revolves mostly around Sarah, after a brief article was published in the paper. But after speaking to one of her best friends I knew a lot more about the situation so told people what I knew. You can read an article about Sarah here.
At break there's a small crowd of pupils in tears; Sarah's best friends. I decide it's better not to go near them, I don't really want to upset them any more then necessary. Of course, there are always sick people who take advantage of these situations by pretending that it meant something to them to get pity. Even though I am angry I'm not going to say anything to them, Sarah would have just let them realise how stupid they were being themselves.
The next hour is spent looking for nail-polish remover before the make-up check for the stupid 'Celebration of Achievement' practice, or as I like to call it 'Let's give people who don't deserve awards to make people who do feel bad day' It's so pointless, you sit for two hours and watch people walk across a stage getting awards they don't deserve. One pupil in my class, a real idiot who has never said a nice thing to anyone and doesn't try hard in anything is getting about six. While Helen, once of the nicest smartest people I know isn't even getting one.
There isn't enough room in the hall for all the non-achievers such as myself so we're all shipped up to Maths. My maths teacher really doesn't like me considering I flunked studying for our exam this year to go ice-skating. When we got the papers back he had this whole speech for the class, it went something like this:
Some people did very well in this test. However some did not *glares directly at me*. Some people obviously spent hours studying, while others *glares* could not be bothered. Next year this will not be tolerated so get your act together. *glares again*
But he seemed to be in a good enough form today to let us slack off.
Lunch was the difficult part of the day. People are looking at me again, but since Luca was a no-show nobody said anything. Luca isn't sick, I know that because it was his facebook status. I don't know why he wasn't in. Maybe he's avoiding me? I wouldn't blame him.
Daniel kept walking past, loudly exclaiming quotes from my old blog. Someone said he had printed the whole thing off just so he could read extracts to anyone that would listen and that he plans to photocopy the 'funny ones' and hand them out. My face has given a whole other meaning to the colour red.
As you can see yesterday wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be. Only because Luca etc. weren't in though. Today is the prize giving, I'll be surprised if I win anything though. In Year 8 I received a trophy for ICT and a certificate for English (yes, back in the day I was a little goody two shoes) as well as the prestigious junior spirit plaque that reads 'You are what you do'. In Year 9 I didn't even get a school pen. This year I was hoping for a certificate in Geography or Home Economics because I've tried so hard in them this year, but my name isn't down for the stage cue so I guess not.
I haven't even bothered showing up, there's no point. Plus I would have to tie my hair back, do my top button, tuck in my shirt along with other pointless things. I sort-of wonder what happened today on the whole Luca front, I'm not brave enough to text him so I'll probably end up texting Kate instead.
Tonight three of my younger cousins are coming to stay, it could be anything from one night to a few weeks, we're not sure. Mum and I will have our hands full, that's for sure. I don't know if I'll have time for posting, or even a spare minute to myself. Hopefully it won't be that bad, but if it is I'll just have to blog when the house is tucked in for the night. Don't fear readers, I will find a way!
