Through the gates Billy could see their smiles on their faces, even the teachers looked happy about getting a day off of school. Tears almost started to flow but a sudden shout from Mrs Brown brought him back to reality. She was to be his teacher for the day even though she took the class below Billy. He felt a great sense of embarresment as he entered the room, and the staring eyes of the younger pupils did not help. She isolated him at the back of the room, as if he was an outcast. She gave him childish and repetitive copying, which insulted him.
All this could not stop him from imagining where his classmates would be and what great excitement they would be having. Noisy amusements and ice creams in their hands were what Billy pictured. Their smiling happy faces would be in coparison to his drained and depressed expression. Other thoughts went through his mind too, was anyone on the trip missing him? What would he have been doing if he had managed to go on the trip? Billy spent the whole morning with these thoughts running through his head.
When lunchtime arrived he was too depressed to even walk home to check on kes. He was full of self-pity and couldn’t even be bothered to eat. Even though it was pouring, he strolled through the yard which was almost a pond by that time. The younger pupils were all pointing at him from their dry classrooms. Billy took no notice, he was happy that they were not asking him awkward questions.
When afternoon classes began billys luck ran out. Sugden the PE teacher blocked him in the corridor. “Casper! Look your all mucky. There is no way you are going into class like that. You are having a shower my lad and then I’ll smarten you up.” As Billy was in the showers sugden was deciding what to give Billy to wear, he pulled out a pair of black faded knee length shorts that had food stains from the last person who wore them. “Put them on and give them back to me washed and ironed by Monday”. Billy got out of the shower and dried himself with the clothes Mr Sugden gave him, then put on his own wet ones. Billy rushed out of the shower room, the strong smell of bleach made him feel sick and turned his face a pale green colour.
Finally the longest day of Billy’s life was almost over when he heard the bell, and this meant that the weekend was just beginning. Mrs Brown let the class go, Billy grabbed his bag and sprinted out of the classroom, almost knocking down everything in his path. As he approached the front gates he could see all of his classmates getting off the coach. They were all still excited, and around their huge smiles was the chocolate and candyfloss that they had eaten earlier. Billy stood on his own for a while hoping that someone would come over to tell him about the trip and what they had all been doing, but after a few minutes of waiting no one had come over yet. He felt invisible to everyone and felt no one cared everything that happened to Billy that day kept on getting worse and there was nothing he could do about it.
