Now I know the whole "new student at Waterloo road" thing is stereotypical, and slightly overdone. But I'm bored, and I have nothing better to do, other than 11 GCSE's, but they can wait

Jasmine Hadley sat on the chairs outside the heads office, flicking through the latest "Hello" magazine. She wasn't in trouble, yet, but the head teacher was probably reading her file right now, and wondering what she had let herself in for. She kicked her legs absent mindedly against the seat wondering what this school had in mind for her. Probably exclusion, if she was lucky.

"Uhh Jasmine, Ms Fisher would like to see you now." A short curly hair woman, or girl even, ushered me through the door. I looked into the office to see a woman, perched behind her desk.

"Ahh Jasmine is it?"

"Just Jay really, but call me what you like and I'll guarantee I've had worse."

Karen looked slightly taken aback by the girl, standing by the door her office, with her red hair and cocky reply.

"Well, first things first. At Waterloo road, we do have a uniform policy, if we could get rid of the hoodie, find yourself a tie, a decent length skirt and try to get son tights that aren't completely laddered. New school, new start, yes? Now if you could sit down, I'd like to ask you a few questions, get to know you."

"Uhh... haven't you read my file? 'Cause that'll tell all you need, and want to know."

"I haven't actually, I don't tend to judge a book by it's cover, now your mother-"

"She's not my mum, she's my aunt. And you're about to ask about the exclusions. I've been to 7 difference schools this year, although All Saints didn't really count, I was only there for half a day before I got kicked out for starting a fight, and it only took Foster's 5 minutes to read my file and decide I wasn't the right kid for them. Gonna Kick me out yet, because I'm happy to go through the next three?"

"That's not the way we do things here, but I must warn you, I do not tolerate violence at this school, and it will not get you anywhere-"

"What if I want to go somewhere?"

"I- How about you get to your first lesson, here is a timetable. Jasmine, I'm not going to force you to like Waterloo road. But I think it it could be a good school for you. At least give it a week." Jay picked up the timetable and looked at it.

"I guess I can deal with that. But I'll be seeing you soon, hopefully. We'll probably end up having another 'chat' soon."

"Uhh, Jasmine-" But the girl was already walking out of her office, head held high.

"That was dead cheeky Ms Fisher, you might wanna keep an eye on her"

"Thank you Janacee, I know how to do my job"

"Is this English Lit, with Mr Clarkson? 'cause that's what I'm supposed to have"

"Yes it is, take a seat, and a book. We're looking at Othello"

"I've read it."

"Good, you can read it again"

"It was boring enough the first time"

"Listen, it's your first day, enough of the cheek, Sit Down!"

"Alright mate, I was getting there"

"I am not your mate, I am your teacher, stop disturbing my class. And you'll adress me with Sir."

"My apologies... Sir"

"As I was saying, How can you identify with the character Emillia in the last Act?"

The class looked at Mr Clarkson, with blank faces, none of them raising their hands.

"Great, another class of dimwits" Jay muttered under her breath.

"I'm sorry, what did you say your name was? And if you are so above these 'dimwits' can you answer my question"

"I'm Jay Hadley. And you sympathise with Emillia, because although she loves Iago, he treats her like dirt, and she begins to realise she has other loyalties with Desdemona, who she loves... and if I remember rightly, when it comes down to it, she sides with her. I haven't done this since Year 9... Sir"

"Oooh, looks like the new girls a boffin" Jeered Amy Porter.

Jay stood up " Oi, who you calling a boffin. Anyone would seem intelligent next to you, slapper"

Amy stood up again "Who you calling a slapper? 'Jay Hadley' do you have a problem with me?"

"So what if I do?" Jay took a step towards Amy, only to be intercepted by Mr Clarkson.

"I won't have this in my lesson, Cooler both of you. Shame really Jay, I was looking forward to teaching you."

"And I was looking forward to getting out of this classroom. Cheers for the fast track... Sir And what's a 'cooler'?"

"You'll soon find out, come with me."

"The anticipation is killing me... Sir"

"So this is it, my new home."Jay smiled, before claiming the back desk to herself.

"I shouldn't be here sir" Amy skulked over to the first desk on the right, as far away from the girl who had chucked her into trouble.

"Well maybe you shouldn't be so confrontational next time, Amy. I want an essay on how Emillia and Iago's relationship is presented throughout the play. On my desk by the end of the day."

"Or what?"

"Or you'll have an after school dentention until it is done."

"My favourite."

Mr Clarkson shook his head and walked out of the room. Jay began to sing "the dog days are over The dog-"

"Will you just shut it. It's your fault I have to do this stupid essay, so you could at least quit distracting me from doing it"

"Sorry, I didn't realise that you needed absolute silence to get your two brain cells working, mine work fine with noise- The dog days are done, can you hear the horse-"

Grantly slammed his newspaper on the table. "Shut it. Can't you read, SILENCE!"