The Far Side

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  • Published: 9 Jan 2014
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You always hear about teenage girls and their perfect men, falling madly in love and living happily ever after. But what of us teenage boys? Do we not get a lovely romance tale?
Well, I did. Some places I wouldn't call it lovely, and in others I would call it pure bliss. And trust me, if you think you women have it rough and find it hard to find the love of your life, then wait till you hear my story. For guys, it's a lot different!


3. Scots are Loud!

Still there was no teacher to be found. Yet there was still an empty seat next to John. Oh! It was for the helper for him, he did need it at times. That's when the door opened and the whole class glanced round to the door. The room just went *click* silent for a short few seconds.

"Hellor John." Hm. That is one thick Scottish accent she had. The class suddenly went back to chatting and squawking, whilst the helper strolled over to the seat next to John, placing her books and pencil case down.

"Hello Miss." John muttered back to her. The whole table was now awkward with the new face at our table. Me and Jess just looked at each other in surprise. She then spoke to either of us, with that accent as thick as yogurt.

"You two. Wheir is Mr. Shieleng?" she shouted. Not in an aggressive way, as if she had to project her voice over a vast distance kind of shout. The maths teacher's real name was Mr. Shieling, not "Shieleng". I shrugged at her. "Right. By the weey, I'm Miss Smeth." I couldn't contain my laughter at how thick that accent was. Jess had to speak for me instead.

"Hi Miss Smith." she said, snuffling with laughter too.

"Parden?" Miss Smith asked. "I'm sorreh, I harve a heareng eed."
(Translation - I'm sorry, I have a hearing aid.)
Well that explained why she couldn't hear me and Jess laughing.

And so the lesson went on after Mr. Shieling came into the class, and half way through the lesson, he gave us some exercises to do in our text books. I love this bit of lessons. It's the perfect time to just chat and chat. Might as well use up my time to talk to Jess further.

"So what question are you on?" I asked her. She lifted her head from the book, but didn't take her eyes off it. But I couldn't take my eyes off of her though.

"Question 3. Jesus, I can't do maths!" she squeaked. We were then interrupted by a deep and bellowing laugh that shook the air in the room. It came from across the table I was sat on, from none other than Miss Smith. The laugh was like it came from the depths of Satan's throat!

"HAR-HAR-HAR! I luv that! You seying you carn't do marths?" Oh so now she hears what we're saying!

Lesson was over, we were walking out of the maths block and I was off to the hall to meet up with my friends. That's I hear then Jess' voice cry my name.

"Tana!" I froze. What could she need ME for? I just turned around and stared at her as she came bounding up to me.

"Hm? What's up Jess?" I question, still confused as to why she would need ME.

"Can you come to the science block with me? I have to get some papers and I hate going on my own." I think for a short second. Friends or Jess? Frien... Jess. Definitely.

"Yeah sure. Why not?"

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