Finally we reach our destination; it’s already crowded with people like lions around a carcass. Outside the gates there is always someone smoking, which shortens your life span. I hate people who think they are hard and take drugs which don’t make them hard just high and a high chance of dying. P.E at school is my favorite lesson as I want to become a professional footballer. I used to play rugby for Middlesbrough Rugby Club but it was getting boring as there were only fixtures and no league so it all just seemed pointless. I’m a goalkeeper now, my idol in
the form of Edwin Van Der
Sar who plays for Fulham and Holland. I don’t know why but it’s just the way he maintains concentration in a match and the fantastic saves he pulls off. I really enjoys diving in the mud like a hippo and protecting my goal with anything I can get in the way: hands; feet; chest; you name it and even the places you don’t want the ball hitting e.g. ….my nose. I play for Yarm FC, we’ve got good individual player but we just can’t seem to work together very well. If I don’t make it as a goalkeeper, I would like to become a P.E teacher or coach as I’m always giving advice to people how to improve on things and normally end up screaming at them silly.
School work is alright but I just can’t be bothered most the time as I get distracted easily, for example I will be doing my homework when my mates would call on me and I’d just leave it like a turtle abandoning its eggs on a beach. The subjects I’m especially good at are geography and science. I figure if I want to become a sports coach or teacher, I’ll need to know about bones and how the body works e.g. for injuries. French is okay but I’m not very good at remembering things so it’s hard to do well in tests, I’m lucky to get 5/10. I hope to get good GCSE results in year 11 as I would like to stay at Conyers Sixth Form.
The lunch bell goes and everyone flocks out like a herd of elephants. We all race out of the Quad and make our way behind the TCs (Temporary Classrooms). They are more like permanent huts as they have been there for ages. We get the football out and begin. The most common game we play is Crucifixion, this is where people have to head or volley the ball into the goal passed the goalkeeper who loses a point, if the keeper loses all of his points he gets the ball smashed at him from point blank range (crucified). This is a regular occurrence for Phil as he is not the best footballer in the world, but is a good laugh. He also plays for Yarm; he is a centre back so if he misses a tackle it’s pretty much up to me to prevent a goal (this happens quite often at Yarm). Arguments have happened many times as people have disagreed on decisions made by ominous vote; I just stand back and don’t get involved.
The ground shakes as the bell rings and the chunkier pupils of the school stampede to the dinner hall for the second serving. Phil makes his annual lunchtime joke, “Oh well saved by the bell”, an awkward silence follows as a cough is heard in the distance, we remind him and carry on crucifying.
In registration it is a riot minus the guns and flick knives as far as I know, there is always something happening, fight, girls falling over and getting battered by doors. During lessons we have a laugh to a certain extent but then we get down to work.
By the end of school we are all cream crackered by the time and are all awaiting the bell. BRING! It finally goes and we all rush out of the doors, like prisoners released from prison into this free land we call “Yarm”. We all meet at the lamppost and walk home together chatting about our day and putting forward our view on the latest football match. We support Middlesbrough so we are always biased towards them. There is also a tree with berries we pass everyday on which we often pick and recreate the conflict of the Falkan Islands. No one wins just like war; we just end up hitting each other just like war again.
Home is a sanctuary from teachers and school until we open our bags and find out we have a little bit of school in our bags just like jumanji except replace bag with box and school with jungle. It is unbelievably hard to get my homework done in my house as there is always a TV on or someone’s friends are around. My room is all I have to keep me away from all the noises in the house. I hear the phone ring but leave it knowing it will be for my sister, because she’s always making arrangements to go out. The phone constantly rings in our house it’s like having tinnitus. “It’s like the switch boards in here”, my mum says. She is a lot like Yoda from Star Wars as she always tries to give advice on every subject.
Playing on the computer having no knowledge of the world around me until my tea is ready, making the most gorgeous smelling food is my mum, it’s my favorite, Spaghetti Bolognaise. I’m hard to feed seen as though I don’t like cheese, which in my mind is devil food, which cancels out a lot of things so I end up eating fried food consisting of chips and beans.
The doorbell rings, it’s my best mate Mike; I’ve known him since I was about five years old. He lives over the road from me so it is easy to contact each other to find out if we’re going out to play football or just to have a mess about.
Getting in from football, I have a shower to rinse all the filth off my legs when in goal earlier and sweat from a hard days work at school. Exhausted, I fall onto my bed, it’s as soft as a baby’s backside not that I have been touching one, but I couldn’t care less as I could fall into the land of nod on anything ranging from a bed to a forklift truck. I relax but it doesn’t last long, it’s morning and guess who’s here to wake me up …..MY BROTHER!
The End
