Life In the Day of Ben Marshall

"OUT! NOW!" I guess not, then.

As usual I have to run because I am always late. I am meant to be at Adam's house by a quarter to eight but ninety-nine times out of a hundred it's ten to.

"Hi Ben." says Thomas in a ridiculous American accent.

"Howdy doody Thomas."

Peacock doesn't say anything because he is too busy listening to his Walkman as usual - Blink 182, so there won't be much conversation coming from his direction. Later on he may start to talk about how depressed he is, and how lonely. It's obvious to everyone he fancies Jade Riley. Then no doubt Browny will come out with some attempt to grab some sympathy for himself, but since it is me he is talking to he won't be getting any pity from me.

As I expect there is no conversation going on but when we met up with Christie it soon starts. They are all focused on one subject as usual: Jade Riley. The conversation is only between Peacock and Christie, the Jade Riley Fan Club. Then as we are about to come out of the Redhead Park we see Baba drive past in his car, the lazy slug. I cannot understand why he cannot be bothered to walk to school like the rest of us cool people - well apart from Browny. He doesn't drive himself, of course. He has a chauffeur, also known as his mother. I swear to you, no word of a lie, he once phoned his mother from his bedroom to come up and pass him a can of Coke that was just out of reach. She came, too...

When we are just about to approach the Village we see Miss Tuffield drive past. As usual Thomas and Adam remark how much they hate her and how much she hates them. Boring. After that no one talks till we get to the shop.

When we get to the village we meet up with Boney, bragging about the Sunderland result at the weekend. Well, what could I say? They got lucky this time around but next time they face Man Utd they are bound to get stuffed as thoroughly as the Christmas turkey. Once we get to the shop we realise what time it is. Suddenly it is like the Grand Prix, and we are zipping round the corners like David Coulthard in his Maclaren F1. Yet I still manage to eat a bag or Doritos and a king size Mars. Coulthard never managed that! Well, I have to have something nutritional to eat in the morning.

Finally I make it to school about five minutes late though but thankfully Mister Amos hadn't arrived yet so that would be an easy escape from a late Detention. Luckily I sat down as Mister Amos entered the room. It was the usual registration before assemblies get in and get out oh yeah and answer your name once hard work, not!

Once we got into assembly it is like a program that you run through. You go in sit down listen to some story that has been thought up in less than five minutes then in to a prayer. Then finally notices this is the only part that I listen to because it may involve something interesting probably not though but I can live in hope.

Once I get to first period it is just sit back and let mister Lenderyou make a fool of himself as usual talking to a class that isn't listening in the slightest. They are more interested in where everyone is doing tonight and who is going to whose. Then as Darron opens the window hells gates open the best paper ball fight of all was taking place with mister Lenderyou goes out of the room. Then as Browny is about to throw the final paper ball he walks back in.

"Andrew get outside now!"

"What! I didn't do anything!"

"Outside! Now!"

"Sly!"

As usual Browny got the blame, in fact it is pretty much always him who gets the blame. I suppose he is the type of person who it is easy to shift the blame to.

The rest of that lesson was quite boring and time did soon seem to fly but now it was break and a great time to eat food and talk about stuff that has happened over the weekend. This very day there was plenty to talk about the main subject this week is the trouble that Paul Astley has a the moment discovering his sexuality. After kissing Richard Christie on the cheek last Friday night. Now that we are back to school we aren't gonna let him live it down it is something that is going to haunt him for the rest of his school life. As the bell rings I go to mister lynch's room to pick up my bag and head towards next lesson which is (as I look to my diary) Music! Yes an easy lesson well sometimes. As usual this week my target is to finish my coursework well actually that has been my target for the last three month but it hasn't worked out yet.

As soon as we get Nichola is hot on the trail of sucking up to sir so that she can go into the studio and make it impossible yet again for me to finish my coursework. So instead of doing what I intended to do it is another lesson well spent improving my drumming skills. Also laughing at Richard Fennel because of his inability to play the simplest of rock beats which took me less than five minutes to learn. n

Ben Marshall