The Horrors Of Love

Evie knows that her Mum left her Dad because she found out something about him that she didn't like. But she would never had imagined that the very same thing that had separated her from her mum would be passed down to her.


2. School

                          I put it on and tucked it under my school shirt so that I wouldn't get a telling off from Miss Crabbie (winner of the worst teacher award 5 years running!) just as the bus pulled up outside the school gates. We all filed out of the bus chatting and stood outside the classroom door waiting for the first bell to ring. Miss Crabbie never lets them in a minute before the bell! I lent against a wall while Lucy talked to her other friends. Even though I don't have many friends Lucy does. She hangs around with them every break time. She always tries to include me but when we hang around together, it's not 'us' its 'them' and 'me' I never feel completely included, I feel like I don't belong.

                         The first bell rang and Miss Crabbie opened the door from the inside. Let me tell you a bit about Miss Crabbie. She is without a doubt, the worst teacher ever! Her wispy hair gets dyed blonde and scraped back into a tight bun on the top of her head. Her watery little piggy eyes nearly pop out of her skull when she's yelling at you! And she yells A LOT! When she does her hunched up little body tenses and she spits like a donkey! Her voice is all high-pitched and shrilly, it gives me the shivers just thinking about it!!!

                        We all walked in to the classroom past her and she stands, watching us, watching me, with a frown on her face as usual. I sat down next to Lucy and started to get my stuff out of my bag because I had first lesson English with Miss Crabbie as-well. English. Normally I would love English but the way Miss Crabbie teaches it just makes me want to go to sleep! Anyway, just as I got my stuff out Miss Crabbie said " Put your stuff away children. We will be using the laptops today to work on your stories." Everyone groaned, but inside I was cheering.

                        Since the start of the year, every few weeks, we would get the laptops out and work on our stories. I loved writing mine, and still do! My story is about a girl who's parents went on a boat trip and got lost at sea, so then the girl tries to find them. Loads of other girls are writing stories about love and things like that, including Lucy!

                         When English was over I made my way over to textiles while Lucy went to cookery. After that we had break. Me and Lucy talked about dad and what presents I might have had if we were rich. then we went up to maths.

                          Luckily me and Lucy are both in set 2, but NOT luckily our maths teacher is Mr Evans. Mr Evans is the second worse teacher in the school! Actually, scratch that, Mr Evans is the second worse teacher in the world! Next to Miss Crabbie of course!

                        He has a (nearly) clean shaven face and a double butt chin! He likes us to think that he has a full head of shiny black hair, but we all know that its just a wig and he has no real hair what-so-ever about from on his arms and legs!  He doesn't spit when he yells at you, he just shouts at the top of his lungs. so, as you've probably realized, maths with Mr Evans is NOT fun!!!                       



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