Dirty Water

Dirty water

I got up a bit late and hurried a shower, the man idea of it was just to get rid of my bed hair and the sweat that’d appeared over night. I walked to school without my brother, because he still wasn’t ready. I got to school to see Nick and Tom squabbling, and that Sam and Luke weren’t at school. I assumed their car must’ve broken down or something, it’s happened a few times before. The bell rang so me, Tom and Myles walked to form.
Thompson wasn’t there in the morning, so Mr. Lennon (my head of year) took us for morning form. He sent for someone to fetch Terry Cain, and I had a slight idea about what it was about but didn’t say anything. He came in and was sent to isolation. I love sitting at the front, you can hear what the teacher is saying; it was about how Terry had owned Mr. Reilly the other day by being like ‘bloody idiot’ ‘what?’ ‘Yeah and you’re a shit teacher too.’
ICT core was easy; I did almost an entire task in a lesson, which is quite an achievement to be honest. However, Jack still thinks its funny to hide my bag at the end of the lesson, but Tubby told me where he hid it and I got it back within seconds.
ICT standard, I normally sit next to Sam, so I had an empty seat next to me. I loaded up my work and hit trouble almost instantly, I’d managed to split my Navigation bar into three different bits, and pressing the un-do button did nothing at all. Miss Hughes fixed it for me, and I soon hit trouble again because I couldn’t get my links working.
‘Your lost without Sam, aren’t you?’ She joked, not seeing me nodding. Sam keeps me on task a lot more than I realized, I really take him for granted sometimes.
History was okay, Myles arrived about 15 minutes late. We were copying off the board a lot, but Miss Hughes’s comment stuck in my head. Sam gave me this necklace at the start of year 10, and even if I don’t wear it, I keep it with me all the time. Greg started reading so I knew miss wasn’t paying attention so I grabbed it out of my bag and put it on. I don’t know why, I guess I really missed him. I’m still wearing it now.
Lunch’s rehearsal wasn’t too bad; Myles came to it (in the end for no reason) and gave me his cheese string. He told me a load of blatant lies about his history essay, and we got about half of act three done.
Thompson was back in afternoon form; he’d been late due to traffic and signed diaries the entire time. Maths was really boring with a cover teacher who didn’t really speak at any point, and we were doing long division again. I was so tempted to quote a song I really like and say ‘I can’t do the long division someone do the math’ as every single answer.
English I sat alone again, because as of yesterday I sit next to Sam. I started to write this and a guy kept asking me what I was doing, because we were watching a film so I kept insisting it was nothing and in the end he got really wound up over it.
The lord of the flies rehearsal after school? Don’t fucking go there.
I walked home all broody about how I feel like I’m fading away. I mean, there are a few people who mean a lot to me and I mean a bit to them, like my best friends Sam, Laura and Lauren. Then there are people who mean a lot to me but I mean nothing to them, and the people who used to mean a lot to me, and I’m slowly turning off them.
I got home and looked at my NaNoWriMo word count. 29,005 words. From yesterday. That’s good. That’s ‘on target’. In fact it’s more than ‘on target’ for yesterday. I’m behind today, and I’m sitting here with the words laughing at me from a distance.