The Secret

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Kyriakos Perdikou 10H

The Secret

What a wonderful life it is.  I’m stuck at school, I’ve got assignments up to my neck, exams in two weeks, a cash flow problem and to make matters worse I’m a undersized plump Irish lad living in central London in one of those high rise flats unlike the rest of the inhabitants of my school, who all live in large posh houses.  There you have it, that’s my life down to the dot.

See here’s the thing, I am Special!  Unlike the rest of my family (Mum, Dad, Mabel, Joseph and great aunt Vanessa) I’m smart…ish.  So my school in Dublin sent my whole family (minus Joseph, he’s working for the better of Ireland) to London to get put into the Gifted Children’s School.  Before I went to the school I thought it would be kind of cool, but that was before I discovered that no one in England has a name like Seamus O’Flynn.

So set the scene.  I walk into school one day late and I get a detention, nothing abnormal so far, so I attend my hour detention with Mr Bodner or Bod as we like to call him (you’d recognise him if you saw him short, fat, old man with a toupee).  Anyway, he’s the head of the English department and he’s half deaf so the detention’s not that bad.  Also in my detention are the Typicals as we like to call them (the ones always in detention).

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“Wilson Matthew” Bod shouting in his exceptionally posh English voice.

“Here”.

“Heinz Scott.  Scott Heinz, wake up you stupid boy” said Bod as he continued with the detention register.

“Agghh…  Yes Sir, of course Sir”.

“Don’t test me today boy, your GCSE papers have just arrived.  Ahh!  Now here’s a surprise, O’Flynn, Seamus O’Flynn”.

“Yes Sir”.

“Why are you here boy?”

“I was late to school Sir”.

“What’s you excuse, abducted by aliens, or maybe you helped an old lady cross the street?”

“Ahh, how sweet” followed by the usual snigger of Matthew.

“Shut up Scott I heard that”.

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