My first lesson of the day was double science, my FAVOURITE SUBJECT. If you haven’t already guessed, I am ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED with ALL THINGS SPACE. PLANETS, STARS, SPACESHIPS, ZERO GRAVITY, THE MOON. I LOVE ALL OF IT. The astronaut TIM PEAKE is my ALL-TIME HERO.
Science was a BRIEF RESPITE (break) from thinking about Mum; I couldn’t help forgetting about her for a moment whilst I got involved with OUR LATEST EXPERIMENT.
I did feel a little bit guilty about it afterwards, though.
Mrs Groves had asked us to DISSECT A FROG. It was PRETTY GROSS and some of my classmates were TOO SQUEAMISH to even attempt it. Although it wasn’t physics, and I’d have rather been MAKING EXPLOSIONS with the bunsen burners in chemistry, I still found it FASCINATING.
Lukas isn’t in my science class but Mrs Groves assigned Harry as my partner which wasn’t too bad. At least he wasn’t afraid of something as harmless as a DEAD AMPHIBIAN (frog).
I did feel ever so slightly sorry for the poor frog. But at least it died in the name of science.
Double science went super quickly and by the end of the lesson I was feeling VERY CONFIDENT in my VETERINARY CAPABILITIES. Perhaps Mum would let me get a pet once she got back from wherever she had gone. Though I realise the aim of having a pet is to KEEP IT ALIVE and not to KILL IT.
In the afternoon we had double English and I was finding it really hard to concentrate during Nora’s rather dull recital of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 13 (in my defence I had quite a lot on my mind).
I don’t mind Macbeth which is full of MURDERS and WITCHES and other COOL STUFF but love poems – YUCK. I CAN’T STAND THEM. Anyway, I was just starting to doze off (unsurprisingly, I was feeling VERY EXHAUSTED after the eventful day I’d had) when I WAS JOLTED RUDELY BACK TO REALITY by someone forcefully KICKING THE BACK OF MY CHAIR.
It was NEIL. The DASHINGLY HANDSOME but WICKEDLY EVIL school bully. To be fair, as I stated earlier, Neil has a VERY SHORT ATTENTION SPAN due to being SOMEWHAT DIM. Sonnet 13 was not going to keep him entertained for long.
‘Oi, Loser.’
How original.
The kicking was becoming more persistent with each nudge, my chair bashing against the floor in the most ALARMING FASHION. I felt like I was in the EARTHQUAKE EXHIBITION at the Science Museum which I’d visited with Mum and Rose during the summer holidays last year.
‘Oi!’
I tried to ignore Neil’s startling attempts to get my attention and focus on the sound of Nora’s droning voice. But then SOMETHING ELSE HAPPENED, Neil really CROSSED THE LINE this time.
‘Oi! Loony,’ he shouted.
Suddenly, the room started SPINNING VIOLENTLY and the whole class DISAPPEARED. I couldn’t hear Sonnet 13 any more, just the PERSISTENT BUZZING OF MY OWN RAGE, like a bumblebee TRAPPED INSIDE MY HEAD trying to get out.
And that’s when I COMPLETELY LOST IT. One minute I was sat at my desk trying to ignore Neil’s desperate attempts to get my attention, the next I was TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL.
All I could remember afterwards was THE FEELING THAT I WANTED TO KILL HIM. The rest was a COMPLETE BLUR. A WHIRLWIND OF BRIGHT WHITE ANGER overtook me and before I knew it Mrs Edgars was SHOUTING AT ME TO STOP and pulling me off him.
Neil was WHIMPERING beneath me, making out that it was ALL MY FAULT, that I was the one who had STARTED IT, so that he wouldn’t get into any trouble. TYPICAL NEIL.