I sat at my desk, hand under chin, staring at the clock on the wall. My whole brain was switched off, the droning voice of my history teacher blocked out.
It was as if Mr Jones' voice was making the clock go slower. 5 minutes will the end of school. It felt like I had been sat here for at least 2 hours already.
"Jamy!" Mr Jones' now loud and sharp voice snapped me out of my reverie. He looked at me like he was expecting something.
"Er... B?" I said hopefully. His face sort of twitched and I instantly knew I was in trouble.
"Have you been listening to anything I have just said?" He said very quietly, almost a whisper.
I slowly sat up straighter in my chair and shook my head. 30 pairs of eyes were staring at me, many faces wincing as if to shield themselves from something.
"You are-" Mr Jones began, but thankfully the bell interrupted him mid-sentence. I very hurriedly packed my stuff away and bolted out of the classroom before he could say another word. I knew I would have to pay for it tomorrow, but that didn't bother me. It would probably only be a detention.
I jogged down Legend road, skidding around corners in my haste to get home; I sprinted the last couple of metres down Advent Park.
I skidded to a halt outside 22 Advent Park. Probably the smallest house on the whole estate, but I still loved it.
"Mum, I'm home!" I yelled, dumping my school satchel in the kitchen and running up to my bedroom to have a shower. I had army cadets in less than half an hour so I had to rush.
After my shower I went downstairs and ate the massive sandwich my mum always leaves out.
"You better get going or you'll be late. You know what happened last time!" Mum yelled from the front room, and I rushed out the door into the freezing cold twilight.
I was wearing plain black combat trousers, plain black tight t-shirt, black army boots and a plain black jacket. I was only eleven, but I did things only people waaayyy older than me would do. Like I'm in the army cadets (mainly because my whole family comes from a very military background), I do sky surfing (an extreme sport – it's in the name), and I'm in a band that does proper gigs (techno sounds).
I jogged into the compound, and prepared myself for 2 hours hard cadet training.
A/N: Sorry, no proper primeval characters yet but please, please review, and the next chapter will be up soon. Thank you for reading! And if you do review... cyber cookie?