Whilst all my friends where doing the school production, I was stuck doing this: The geography project. I’d never really liked enrichment week to be honest, but this one was by far the worst. We’d already lost twenty-six students, along with one of the teachers by Nelson’s Colum, because guess what? I had, by an accident of course, told miss that they had walked left, when in fact they were in the park to our right. Boy had I been in deep shit. It wasn’t my fault, I swear! She asked me if they went that way, and I didn’t see so just said ‘yeah’ and apparently, that makes it my fault.
And now, today, I was sat in the class room, watching whilst a boy called Adrian did a presentation on the bus/money bank/seat that him and Joe had made out of cardboard. I must say, he was hilarious, and even though he was about the height of my sisters, and had an annoying voice, he was nice. He and Joe had practically had a paddy fit when this girl sat on the cardboard bus and broke the wheels. To be honest she deserved it, the two of them had spent god-knows how long trying to make each dot line up, even if it was pretty terrible if I do say so myself.
“And here is our T-Shirt that would be a great for selling at the upcoming Olympics,” He said in a fairly posh voice. “This is a great thing to sell to tourists, as you can see what they are wearing from the front,” Adrian paused to turn around so that everyone could see the Olympic sign on the back. “And from the rear.” You had to give it to him, his charisma made all of us smile. OK, so some people were laughing at him rather than with him, but he didn’t seem to notice, so who was going to ruin his high? The judges must have liked him too, because they were both beaming, and sitting upright in their seats.
“Well, this boy is definitely going to go far if he carries on presenting himself like that.” The male teacher said, his lips pulled back into a grin. And then he nodded, and the two teachers walked out the room. This was fun, I thought, rolling my eyes. One of the year eights that I’d spent this week with came up to me, and held out a handful of m&m’s.
“Happy Birthday.” She said, passing the sweets to me, her small face lighting up. Well, that’s the first person that was in my group who had said anything to me. Even the three girls that were supposedly the ‘clever nice people’ hadn’t said a word to me that day, only shouted when I forgot to save one measly piece of work onto the schools hard drive.
“Thanks Sally.” I chuckled, taking them from her and eating the blue one. “How did you know?” But before she had answered, I saw that deadly light in Joe’s eyes, and he laughed. “What?” I asked him, oblivious to his earwigging.
“It’s your Birthday?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, and shaking his head so that his curly/frizzy hair bobbed up and down. After a nod to confirm from me, he began singing a really, and I do mean really, off tune version of Happy Birthday. “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to shitface, Happy Birthday to you!” He and Adrian both began laughing.
“Aw, how sweet.” I muttered sarcastically, eating yet another of the slightly molten m&m’s. “No, seriously, thanks guys.” I tried to make it loud and clear so that the three girls over in the corner could hear, but from the looks of it, I was having no such luck. They just sat their pouting and taking all the credit like the dumb stuck up bitches they were.
“Who wants to watch Madagascar 2?” The teacher asked, holding out the bright green DVD box. I sighed, and sat back in the seat. To be honest, the best thing about this week was the fact that we could go to school in non-school uniform. I, however, had taken it to the extremes, and I was wearing bright yellow jeans, a lime green vest top, and a black hoodie, and to make it simple, I looked like a rainbow had vomited over me. But fear not fair people, I was always this weird. One of my friends had already booked a place in the mental institution for me, and apparently I was only just upgraded to a plastic Spork, because I had bought her a chocolate cake for her birthday.
Yeah, my friends are kind of weird too… This morning, I had been given birthday beats from Jamie, and then on top of it all, Henry had poked me. I was already getting a bruise. And well, lets just say that Eve had given me one of the best presents. (No offence to the rest of you...)
A Hunger Games T-Shirt. Well, not just any old Huger Games T-Shirt either. It was a 'I love the boy with the bread' Hunger Games T-Shirt. Not that I would have picked out that green colour for myself, but it still absoloutly rocked! Rupa had got me a large box of chocolates that didn't last very long with the others, but still.... It was very considerate to get me such a nommy Birthday present.
Once the film had finished, I had the joy of walking home on my own (again). All of my friends had been dragged on this trip with the production, to act and eat pizza. (Apparently McDonalds was too fatty which is weird, because on what planet is pizza healthy? Especialmente that oil covered stuff from Pizza Hut.) So, I walked back, completely alone. Yay.
My sister was already waiting outside the school gates in her cute little primary school uniform. They ran up to hug me, before she punched me in the chest. Great.
"Where's your cardigan?" I asked autimatically, lifting the flap to her school bag. Luckily it was tucked neatly inside, because to be honest, I just wanted to sleep, and if she didn't have it, she would have spent about half an hour looking for it. By the way this was a first, them being out here before me. Normally I ended up waiting with Leanne or Stefan by the gates. If I was lucky, Stefan would walk back with me. I liked him, he was kind to me, and often made me snort with laughter about crap all. But enough of that, it's for another day.
"Can I eat your cake?" My sister said, laughter tinkling out her small mouth. I flicked her on the ear, and looked down grinning. She was pathetic, but I loved her with all my heart. Of course I did, even if she did ruin my life.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Yasmin! Happy Birthday to you!" My mum sang in a high tone, and my sister whacked me in the back of the head with a bendy pencil, but I was still happy as they carried out the large chocolate cake, and a load of presents.
"Aww, guys!" I sniggered, blowing out the flickering candles. I watched in astonishment, as they all re-lit themselves, one by one with a small flash. "What the hell?" They did the same when I blew them out for the second time.
"Sorry," My mum laughed, her face lighting up with warmth. She pulled out a glass of water, and dipped each flame in so that they fizzeled out. "I couldn't help my self." I chuckled, and cut a large slab of cake for myself. OMG it was good! MMNNNNNNN, BUTTER ICING.
"Good night me." I murmered drowsily before I fell asleep. MMMNNNNNNN, Butter icing...