07:45, and the sister and father are already fighting for the bathroom. In about 30 seconds from now there should be a mixture of male menopause and teenage hormones throughout the house.
My sister is 17 named Stephanie, after Stephen- that’s my dad’s name. My sister is one of those older teenagers who have none of her priorities in order. She can be clever, but she gets ‘easily distracted’. I’ll say no more about that. My sister and I get on very well. We talk to each other about stuff, and value each other’s opinion on clothes.
My dad is into science, well, he likes Science fiction movies, but I suppose it’s the same thing. He likes to think of himself as a wise philosopher, but he’s really a big kid and likes watching the Simpson’s on TV. My dad and I get on great. We have the same interests, and work good together as a team.
08:00. I’m packing my bag, and rushing about trying to find the books I need for that day. I should really pack my bag the night before, but I’m always so tired that there doesn’t seem to be enough time. The amount of homework that keeps me up some nights is extremely exhausting.
08:15. The battle between my father and sister is over. If my dad is working, (which he usually is most mornings), then he will give my sister and I a lift to school, but we always end up being late. This is for many reasons. Either, my sister and I are not ready, or my dad sleeps in. Whatever the reason maybe, we are always late!
My dad has his own job as a black cab driver, and he also runs a chauffer business with my mum. The business takes up every minute of the day with my parents, if one person is out, then the other is in taking care of things. It’s a big drag, as we never get to do anything as a family, although sometimes it’s a good thing because they are very embarrassing!
I usually get into school with just a second to spare. I don’t really like coming into school, because it’s the same everyday, but then I don’t have a choice, so I make the most of it whilst I’m there. This means I get to know people and make friends. The fact that I have to learn doesn’t appeal to me at all! I go to the Bishop’s high school in Boughton, Chester. I live in Hoole, which is also in Chester, so I’m not that far away from the school. I can’t really give my opinion of my high school it’s no different from any others. Like every other high school it’s a building where you have to go to learn compulsory work that you hate. It’s a coincidence that the compulsory subjects are the ones, which nobody likes. I’m just glad that when it came to choosing my GCSE’s, I got the chance to drop a few of the subjects that I didn’t enjoy.
In form room I sit by my friends. One of which is my best friend Fiona.
I like having Fiona as my best friend because I can to talk to her about anything, and I know that I can trust her. She also gives me good advice, and sometimes there’s an awful lot of it, this doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate what she has to say. I always hope that I can be a good friend to her as she is to me. I’m glad that I’ve got a best friend because most teenagers just argue with each other about stupid things, and they are not really friends at all, as they treat each other so badly.
First and second lessons are the worst lessons for me, because they are too near to the beginning of the day. My favourite lessons are art and games, because they are a bit different from writing down lots of revision. I can just draw what I want to draw, and play what I want to play. It sounds a bit like being back in nursery, but I think everyone needs a break from hard work. I think that that will be the only problem with me when I get a job. I like being able to take a break and do what I want to do. I don’t really know what I want to do for a job when I’m older. I’ve always thought of being a solicitor or anything that is connected with law because it’s a big challenge, but I’m not sure, so I’m keeping my options open.
At break I meet with my friends, and we talk about how bad, or good first and second lesson had been, and how bad, or good the next lesson would be. It’s the same every break time, and it really annoys me! It’s so depressing and puts you in a bad mood all day. No wonder I seem to be so negative about everything.
Anyway, third and fourth lesson go by. I don’t enjoy these lessons either because they take so long to get through.
It’s lunchtime and I meet up with my friends again. We all have packed lunch, either because, we want to save our money for the weekend, or none of us can afford it. Well, my excuse is both of them, but I’m not bothered. We eat our lunch outside, even though we are supposed to eat it upstairs in the canteen. It’s pointless going upstairs to eat our lunch because there are never any seats to sit in. Also I don’t want to go up stairs because I would rather eat my lunch outside in the fresh air.
After lunch it’s the last lesson of the day, and you can imagine how happy I am. Knowing that there is only one more hour of hand writing torture, and mind numbing black boards until I can go home. Home, where the music can be played loudly, and not annoy the neighbours. This is because I have my own little games room with a pool table and computer with a superb sound system. Here I can escape the squabbles coming from inside the house, and relax in my own atmosphere, as I created it myself.
The bell after last lesson goes and I walk through the school gates with a grin on my face.
Now I walk home with my friend Fiona. She comes back to my house some nights for a chat, and then her dad picks her up later on.
Most of my nights after school involve doing my homework, and nothing else, but I don’t think that really matters, because I don’t have any friends to hang out with where I live, and I’m glad that I don’t. Most of the kids where I live hang out till all hours, just causing trouble, so I don’t get involved with them. If I am not doing my homework, then I am mellowing in my games room, spending some time doing what I want to do.
At weekends I help out around the house and earn my pocket money. Usually I help my dad in the garden. We came up with a great idea one day that we were going to extend the pond, so that we could have bigger fish, and so that my dad could show off his new waterfall. We are still in the process of making it, but it’s going to look great when its finished.
Some weekends my friend Fiona invites me down to Llangollen with her and her dad. Llangollen is a great place, with loads of funny people that have the most amazing personalities that I have ever known. I wish that there were a lot more people like them about, always keeping a smile on your face!!!
