In my Memory

I can't see why people do this to me, I did nothing to them. But, even so they go ahead and bully me. Actually, bully is an understatement, more like torment me. And they beat me up, everyday, I can't take it anymore, I'm sick of it.


2. Classroom Thoughts

I sat at the front of the class, trying to concentrate on the board. I never did enjoy Maths, I don't really get it to be honest. I watched the supply teacher side step from the board to her notes. I could tell she was a recently educated teacher. For one she looked about 21, and also, she looked nervous. So I gave her the benefit of the doubt, doesn't mean other people didn't make it harder for her. The Chavs at the back of the class weren't paying the slightest bit of attention, they weren't even sat in their chairs. They were sitting on the tables, and talking amongst themselves, being their usual twatish selves. I have my reasons for hating them, one amongst many, they treat me like I'm nothing. They think they're superior to the rest of us, like they own this place. But to be honest, I wouldn't want to own this place if you paid me.


I attend this crappy school, in the bad part of London. So obviously, I watch my back. Cause the chavs are probably carrying around knives, thinking they're so hard. I rolled my eyes at the thought of Chavs comparing their knives. Comparing the damage they could do to someone. But why would anyone want to hurt someone else, it's inhuman. The bell finally rung it's annoying repetitive high pitched sound. Everyone automatically grabbed their bags and rushed out of the door. It's the end of the day. I didn't look behind me, I half ran half walked. I have my reasons for wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. One, my Dad was waiting for me outside the school gates, he's always early. And also, the Chavs will probably want to beat me up. When I say that, I'm not over exaggerating, They actually beat me up, everyday other day.  

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