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slurred,
“You can go home now, because I’m going to Mars with David
Attenborough!”
    With that he slumped off stage.
Not to be seen again by myself, as this would have been my last day
at St.Ians. It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t happy about
leaving. I had enough of Teachers and bullies alike making me feel
like a wad of gum they’ve just stepped in. I was ready to go. Even
though it would have been better academically for me to stay on, I
didn’t have the grades to do so. That’s not to say that it affected
my eagerness to get out of the place. To move on and plan my next
move, whatever that would turn out to be.
    Finally the school bell rang
and we all filed out in the same way we came in. I made sure I was
at the back of the line, to avoid contact with Simon as much as
possible. I shuffled out of the hall, climbed up the stairs into
the foyer and went outside to meet up with Lizzie.
    When I came out onto the
playground I saw Lizzie already waiting for me. She stood at the
bottom of the stairs, looking as pretty as ever. I walked down the
stairs and met up with her. When I got there I noticed something
interesting going on at the other side of the playground. I could
see some younger boys, who seemed to fancy Lizzie, pointing towards
her and thrusting violently. It was funny, but I was in no mood to
see the humour in it. I just looked on at them coldly.
    Just to annoy the boys, I put
my arm around Lizzie and we walked away together. I quickly glanced
over Lizzie’s head to get another look at the boys. They looked
rather disappointed. They were dreaming of getting laid by a pretty
girl. I burst that bubble real quick. Just like the millions upon
millions of bubbles, containing hopes and dreams, that are burst
everyday.

CHAPTER THREE

     
    We walked out of the school
gates and down a thicket path with streams of dim, cloudy sunlight
shining through the gaps in the branches. The ground was covered in
the remains of used condoms and littered pieces of gum. It was
quite cold, being that it was always cold in England at all times
of the year. That’s one of the annoying things about weather in
England, it’s completely unpredictable. It doesn’t care whether its
winter, spring or summer, it’ll do whatever it wants. It was
towards the end of July and it should have been sunny, but no, it
was freezing cold. A little bit out of order, but we can’t exactly
control the weather now can we?
    Anyway, we were walking along
and for the whole time we were rather quiet. This was because we
were completely wrapped up in our own thoughts. Both of us were
failures in the eyes of the Powers that Be. I only got the one GCSE
in Art and Lizzie got the same in Maths. We were both thinking
about what to do next. Find more schooling? Try and get a job? What
was to be done with failures like us? Nothing, that’s the answer,
sod all and maybe the occasionally trip to the job centre.
    Lizzie rested her head on my
shoulder. She often did this when she wasn’t quite feeling herself.
She was quite small, even though she was the same age as me, so she
was just about the right height to place her head on my shoulder. I
rested my head on hers affectionately, as I knew just how she felt.
We kept on walking in silence, as our affectionate gestures said
more then words possibly could.
    Lizzie and I were neighbours,
which was convenient being how well us two got along. That’s where
our friendship started. We first began to see each other when our
Mums would get together for a cup of tea and let us play in the
garden. Sometimes my Mum went over to Lizzie’s and other times
Lizzie’s Mum came over to our house. Either way this meant we saw a
lot of each other and were soon BFF (Best Friends Forever). We even
got some bracelets which said so, that we still wear to this
day!
    We saw a lot of the other
students walking by as they headed home. They walked around us like
we weren’t even there. The better off students would pass and look
at