Hey guys, it's Nun. This is the second chapter of Meet SuperNormal. Hope you all had a good new year
Damien: I didn't. My mother decided I was grounded for NO REASON. Yeah, I bought no Christmas presents at all, but-
Exactly. Anyways, this is an explanation of Sixth Form, mufti days and netball practise. Skip if you don't care, whatever.
Sixth Form is Years 12 and 13. I know you don't neccesarily have year 13 in America, but we do. In Sixth Form, you study for and complete A-Levels. You have 5 periods in a day. You won't always have lessons in every period, so you don't have to stay in school if you have no lessons. You also can leave if you have no lessons for the rest of the day. You get a lot of freedom in Sixth Form.
Mufti day is when you are allowed to wear your own clothes to school, as normally you wear uniform. You might have a mufti day on Red Nose Day, last day of term, Children In Need day, etc.
Netball practise is when you practise netball. Netball, if you don't know what that is, is basically basketball except you're not allowed to dribble, you have to pass within 3 seconds and only 2 players are allowed to shoot (Goal Attack and Goal Shoot, I think). It's for girls mainly. I hope that answers all your questions. The British are a strange lot, as you can tell d;)
Disclaimer: The characters of Max and Fang are not owned by me. Neither is Bishop Stopford School.
Damien: No, Bishop is my school.
Hush! Onwards with the story!
Max POV (Psychology, Period 3)
I walked into my favorite lesson. I got taught how to get inside people's minds and mess with their heads, what's not to love? I was the only one in our little friend circle that took Psychology, so I was on my own this lesson.
"Aww, look at poor little Maxie-poo, all alone, without her little group of saddos to protect her."I turned to the source of the sound that was irritating me highly. Quelle surprise, it was Georgia Hunt. She sneered down at me, surronded by her little posse of wannabes.
"Aww, look at George, too stupid to understand that paint you splat on your face every morning helps you in no way, shape or form. Neither do the stripper heels, dahling. Do the world a favour and lose them. Please." I smiled sweetly at her as she started checking her make up and doing her hair. Stupid self-centred good for nothing waste of oxygen waste of space pointless b-
"Well, if I didn't know any better, I would assume this was a social gathering, rather than a class. Seats were made to be sat on, so get off the table McCauwley." Cooper blushed and scrambled into her seat like the rest of the class. "Thank you. Anyways, welcome to yet another exciting lesson of Psychology. Get into pairs and discuss the definitions of all the subjects that you had for homework to memorize. You have 10 minutes. Go". And the rest of the lesson continued. When there was 15 minutes left of the lesson and Mr. Brown had no idea what to get us to do, he packed up his things and sat at his desk reading a newspaper. "Do whatever you like, as long as no one disturbs me before the bell goes."
Everyone jumped up and went over to their friends to talk. I opened my latest book, What Boys Really Want. I loved this book and I thought Lita was brilliant. Adam was okay, but he reminded me of Cameron a lot.
"...And I'm so gonna make sure I meet Fang" My head snapped up at the sound of his name. I turned to Georgia, who said it. I stuck my head back in my book, but pricked an ear up to what she was saying. "Fang is obviously gonna pick me. I mean, I'm the prettiest, funniest and not ugliest. All the boys in this school love me, Fang will too."She was twirling her hair round her finger as she talked. Georgia was such a idiot. She thought that one flick of her hair and a flash of cleavage and boom, any dude was hers. But Fang wasn't like that. He had standards and he wasn't about to fall for anything stupid like that. Like her. I was sure of it. You could tell by his almost perfect record. He had girlfriends before who were like Georgia. He had learned from that and had stopped dating. He would never fall for Georgia. Never.
The bell went and I got up, packed my things and went to the main entrance. I had a free, so I was going to go to the bookstore in town and get the book I had been eyeing for a while, Dear Dylan. I had walked into the bookstore numeroius times and had gotten side tracked by other books. I went to the bookstore and walked in. I walked over to the teen section and went straight to S for Siobhan Curham.
I know that was extremly shorrt and a filler, but I have like 0 time on the laptop cause Damien absolutely MUST do his homework...
Damien: Hey, you're not the one doing A-Level Psychology. I have to study! Do you want me to fail or something?!
Not really, but... Oh well. Review the filler and tell me how I absolutely MUST NOT write any more fillers as they are disgusting? I might update tomorrow, might not. Depends on how fast Dami can do his homework...
Damien: *sigh* My name is Damien. Not Dami. Stop calling me by that stupid nickname.
Dami Dami Dami, you need to get your temper under control. Hehehe...
-Dami has gone to have a nice cry. Please excuse him-
Damien: (From about a room away) IT'S DAMIEN AND I AM NOT CRYING! I AM JUST BLOWING OFF STEAM!
Well, time up for me it seems. Review to bring Damien back?
