The bell had just rang. First period had just started on a winters Monday morning. As Nicky walked into class her bright auburn hair was tied in a neat pony tail and her small button nose was red due to the cold. She sat down and started un-packing her books. As she pulled off her coat Sir walked throught the door. He brushed passed her and looked Nicky straight in the eye. If looks could kill. Mr Bowerstock sat down at his desk and eventually adressed the whole class in that same, dull Monday morning tone.
"Right class. Today we'll be looking at the Demographic and Phycographic scales used in media.."
His voice trailed off in Nicky's head as she started to lose her concentration.
"Nicky?" Mr Bowerstock softly said her name to wake her up.
"huh? Oh, I'm sorry.." Her voice was shaking, as if she was holding back tears. Sir nealed down next to her desk and whispered in her ear.
"Listen, I think it's time you see me in my office." "Please, no sir.." "No arguments, Nicky." Sirs voice became once again sturn.
".. Where was I." He continued to drag on for the next hour. Complete media bollocks, going through one ear and out of the other. At long last the bell rang for the next lesson. Nicky quickly gathered her things trying so hard to avoid the sound of sir's voice, until-