I rush out of my house to catch the bus. I don’t know why I rush out for the bus, because it is never on time. The bus is always late. I think the P13 in the most unreliable bus in the world. I hate waiting for the bus. The bus stop is deserted so I have to stand there on my own for ages. It is as cold as ice waiting for the bus. When it eventually comes, none of my mates are on it. There are only two boys from our school on the bus, they are in year 9.
I get off down the road from my school. I walk the rest of the way. I go to Brayards, the shop around the corner from my school. I hate going to this shop because its jammed packed with little kids. The shopkeepers watch you like hawks. I’ve been going to this shop for four years and yet they still don’t trust me. Who wouldn’t trust someone as honest as me? I spend around 60p, but it varies depending what I buy. After leaving the shop I rush to school to get in on time. I think school is like hell. I go to registration. This is a time to chat with mates about what we did at the weekend or the night before. I then go to my morning lessons, which are normally okay. They are those sorts of lessons where you can take it easy. This year is a lot harder than the previous years because I am working towards my GCSEs. I hate this because Im not that sure Im going to pass them. So for the next two years I’ve got to work twice as hard as I used to.
At 11.00am I go to the Tuck Shop. The queue is really long because everyone wants toast. I get my pizza and make my way to the steps where I meet my mates and we sit and chat about most things. I enjoy this because I normally come into school late so this is the first time we can talk properly.
At 11.20am I have another lesson. I don’t usually like this lesson. The teacher always threatens to take away my lunch hour. I don’t know why this is. I can’t wait until my lunch.
I try to go to lunch early so that I get half decent food. The teachers always get the best food, I don’t know why, we do all the hard work. After lunch I go outside, if it isn’t raining, to meet up with my mates. Usually they will be messing around on the grass.
I don’t mind the last lessons because I can’t wait to go home. Two out of five days my last lesson is Art and I enjoy this. It was one of my options, plus I am taking a GNVQ in Art, which is worth two GCSEs. Ive always been good at art, and I want to do something to do with art when I leave school, but I can decide what yet, maybe something to do animation. I don’t want any kids, a lovely house and a wicked car and I don’t want to settle down till Im in my late thirties.
As soon as the pips go at 3.30pm, I am gone! I always miss the 15.35 train to East Dulwich. I normally take the train with my mate Daniel. We both get off at the same stop. We normally go to the shop and then we go our different ways. I have to go up a long, tiring hill to get home. Just before I get home I have to climb over an 8-foot gate, which takes about five minutes off my journey. I’ve almost killed myself about twelve times.
When I get home I get out of my stupid uniform check my emails quickly and then I do my homework. This can take from 30 minutes to 2 hours and then I wait for my mum and sister to come in.
I eat dinner at roughly 5.30pm on weekdays. I always enjoy my dinner when my mum cooks it. She makes me the best food. The only problem for her is that she has to cook my sister and me completely different types of food. My sister eats all that healthy food I think she only does this to get on our nerves, whilst I am into normal food like burgers and chips.
Recently I have been going to my Nan’s house after school because she has just fostered a new boy. He is my age so we have got a lot in common, and a lot of my friends who aren’t in my school live around my Nan’s area. My Nan broke her arm outside king’s college hospital about seven months ago, but it supposedly still hurts so I do a lot of favours for her. At the moment I can’t spend any money so I can’t go out, because I am saving up for my roller blades. These are really expensive. I’m really into skating, yet still I haven’t broken any bones doing this. I guess I must be lucky!
At night I will lay in bed worrying about whether I have done all my homework for the next day and if not what excuses I’m going to use! This is the time when I can normally just lay back and think of my childhood, like yesterday, when I thought about when I broke my arm swinging on a bar in my primary school on my second day at school. My mum and dad had to rush me to hospital. My dad had to drive on the wrong side of the road and almost crashed about ten times and when I eventually got there they gave me a massive injection, and the plastercast was so itchy it felt like someone had poured a ton of itching powder down my arm. After this I’ve been afraid to climb this high again. I will eventually get to sleep, but I don’t know what time I actually fall asleep, but the next day it feels like I didn’t get enough!
Chris
