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Tommy:
Anger flickered across my mind when I saw Phil's disgusted expression at Lil and I. Ok, we did something wrong, but its our personal lives, and they shouldn't be butting their noses in where they don't belong. I squeezed Lil's hand reassuringly, but it looked as though she was going to cry. She looked at me and tried to smile, but it wavered a little and then drooped. I hugged her and she held me tightly before scrambling aboard the school bus. Today, Lil and I sat on the seats in front of the back. At the back of the bus, Kimi sat next to the window, Phil sat next to Kimi, Chuckie sat next to Phil, Angelica sat next to Chuckie and Suzie sat next to Angelica. Dil was at the front. Lil and I were silent for a bit until I said quietly, "Why don't you tell me about what happened last night." Lil hesitated for a couple of seconds, and then replied in a hoarse whisper, " I'll tell you later, but it wasn't pleasant." I nodded and before I knew it we were at school.
Today my first class was Art, one of my favourites but I knew it would be a nightmare today, as I only knew Phil in the class. Phil smirked at me as he kissed Kimi and then began striding towards the art block. It was ok for Phil; he knew most of the kids in the lesson. Lil gave me a huge tight hug and a kiss, before whispering, "I'm gonna die without you." I smiled weakly in return, although her lopsided smile showed obviously that she really did not want to go and do her Spanish lesson with Kimi and Chuckie. I slowly trudged over in Phil's direction. I knew I was only going to be a loner for one lesson, ( Or a Larry) as I call it, but I had never been without my friends before. As I got over to the Art block I noticed that my class had already gone in. Great. I opened the old wooden door, and it creaked noisily. I shuddered as a sea of faces spun round to stare at me. My art teacher, Mrs Cawthorne, was clearly not impressed. "Why are you late Mr Pickles?" She asked sharply. I twisted my foot and bit my lip before murmuring, "Sorry Miss, I umm, uh, I. . ." "I'm waiting." Mrs Cawthorne said drumming her fingers impatiently on her desk. After at least 30 seconds, an idea finally came to mind. "I had to go to my locker Miss. My English homework was in it." Thankfully Mrs Cawthorne seemed satisfied with my excuse and smiled warmly at me. "Very well then Thomas, you may take a seat now." I breathed a sigh of relief and began to head for my seat. It was then I faced another problem. Phil was in my seat. I groaned and turned on my heel back to the teachers desk. I then said to her, "Mrs, I have nowhere to sit." She looked around the crowded classroom and then smiled. "There's one Mr Pickles, right there next to Geoffrey." My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. Next to Geoffrey? He was the geekiest kid I'd EVER met, and I had to sit next to him? I started to complain to Miss, but she held her hand up to my face and started nattering to a girl called Katie about why she'd written 'I love ?' in capitals on her work, indicating she didn't want to know. I gave up and trudged over to the seat, seeing Phil snigger in the corner of my eye only making it worse. I slumped down into the seat and took my pencil case out of my bag. Geoffrey started talking to me about computers and politicians, stuff I didn't know much about, and I tried to nod in the right places although iwasn't listening at all. Miss then bellowed, "Alright class, we are continuing our French impressionist work from last year, I want you finishing it - remember you can only use the white paint brushes in the washing up dish ok lets go!" I opened my book and smiled at my art work. My art was fantastic, I had to say, my portrait of Phil perfect in every way, like him looking in the mirror. I grabbed a paintbrush and pallet, and started adjusting the hair, trying to make it a tiny bit wispier. However, being my bad day, the colour spread rapidly and poor Phil ended up with a large blob of hair covering most of his forehead. Oops. I then started mixing some red and yellow together to make his cheeks a little rosy, but Geoffry knocked me in an attempt to see what I was doing, and I ended up with a large streak of orange covering all of his left cheek and most of the eye. Although he had been extremely apologetic, I wasn't in the mood to forgive him. I gave up on art and just sat there for the rest of the lesson. I breathed a humongous sigh of relief as the bell rang signalling us to go to our next lesson. I trudged through the muddy footprints on the corridor floor on my way to English, thanking the lord that Lil was in that lesson, it would be interesting to here what kind of unfortunate mishaps could have happened to her.
I pushed open the wooden door and joined the class luckily I wasn't late. Lil waved franticlly at me and I sat with her at the front. "How was Spanish?" I grumbled. Lil shook her head and mumbled, "Ya don't wanna know." "I do." I urged, "I want to know if your time was as terrible as mine." Lil sighed. "Ok." She agreed reluctantly. "Well, first Kimi sat in my place so I had to sit next to Chuckie, who kept accidentally on purpose flicking his ink pen at my paper, so I ended up with loads of large blue blobs covering my page and had to rip it out and start over. Then Kimi passed me a note saying, 'Hi Lillian how are you?" I knew she was being sarcastic so I ripped it up and then I got sent out of the classroom for snapping at Kimi." "Mines near enough the same" I said sympathetically, and told her my story of art. Lil looked pitifully at me, and then Mrs Allat, came in. I lied about the English homework to Mrs Cawthorne, but it was to survive a detention. "Good morning students!" Mrs Allat cried, "Don't get out your English books, we are going up to room 213 to use the computers, and I want you to research some information about dreams and put it in your own words. Now chop chop, we only have an hour you know!" and with that she slipped her laptop into its case and whisked out of the door. I slipped my bag over my shoulder and darted after Mrs Allat. If we got there quickly, me and Lil could sit next to each other. Phil slowly walked behind us chatting to three boys and one girl, their names being Ben, Alex, Chris and Charlotte. Lil grabbed my hand as we entered the computer room, and we rushed to two free computers. We entered our usernames and passwords, and logged onto the Internet. I found out how long dreams lasted and then sat around talking to Lil for the last 40 minutes of the lesson. Mrs Allat gave me an angry look as I handed in my small amount of work, but that couldn't be helped. I'd never been happier when the bell rang for break.
Lil and I went to the vending machine, and Lil was tripped up by Kimi, and a lot of sniggering followed. I threw Kimi a dirty look, in which she grinned in reply, as we exited with our food. Chuckie and Phil were already by the willow, and when we tried to sit down, Chuckie said scornfully, "Sorry, only LOYAL kids can sit here." And Phil kicked me, signalling for us to get lost. Lil and I sat on the steps of the sports hall and ate quietly. "I think they're being right out of order now." Lil whispered to me. "They are." I mumbled back, "But don't worry, everything will turn out ok in the end." Lil lay her head on my shoulder and I put my arm round her waist, and we rocked gently. The last lessons were horrible, in which Chuckie tripped me while we were running in P.E, Kimi tore my book in half in Music, and Phil drew all over my bag in a pink highlight pen in Technology. I was incredibly happy on the school bus home, knowing that I had survived a nightmare day and it couldn't get any worse, and at least I had the rest of the day to recover. "Ok Lil," I said firmly to her, as we were on the bus home. "Tell me what happened at Kimi's last night." She started to shake her head and murmur an excuse but I shook my head and stared at her. "No Lil, please tell me, if I know, I can help." Lil hesitated a minute before giving in. "Ok" she said. "I rang her when I got home because Phil was over there, and she was really mean and nasty saying that everyone hated me. I went over there and knocked on her bedroom door. She let me in and I thought she thought I was Kira or Chas, but when she saw me she was smiling and laughing and she was playing battle ships with Phil. Kimi said to me something like, 'oh I was blind on the phone' and I didn't know what she meant so she told me and it turned out that blind, meant they were pretending I didn't exist any more treating me like shit by acting really friendly, and Phil said . . .Phil said," She gulped. "Phil said he could easily survive without me and everyone could, and the only person who liked me was you." I was speechless. I knew she hadn't given me full detail but it sounded awful. Being told that your hated to your face can break your heart. I gathered her in a hug and she clung on to me tightly, her face pale and her eyes dark.
We then arrived at our stop and Kimi scampered off the bus holding Phil's hand and they ran up the steps to Phil and Lil's house laughing and giggling. I pulled Lil into our house, hearing a faint, "Bye Thomas, bye Lillian, see you tomorrow!" from Kimi. I gritted my teeth and we rushed up to my bedroom. I was just closing the blinds when I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. "Lil . . ." I whispered. "What?" She asked as she set her bag on the floor. "Come here." She came over to the window and stared. Kimi and Phil were in the twins bedroom snogging passionately. Kimi was sitting in only her bra and thong, whilst Phil was only wearing his boxers. Suddenly, Phil grasped Kimi's bra strap and started to undo it. That was enough. I closed the blinds sharply and looked at Lil. Lil was smiling. "Oh my God," She cried and started laughing. "Tommy shall we go over there and burst in on them!" She was looking the happiest she had been in ages. I looked at her in disgust. "Lil!" I cried, "you mean you really want to see your brother and ex-best friend making out?" "It'll be SO funny!" She yelled slipping on her shoes. "Oh Lil do we have to." I protested. Seeing people make out wasn't my idea of fun. "Please!" She moaned. I sighed. "ok." I murmered but were coming straight back." "Promise." She agreed. "Now come on!" I slipped on my trainers and she pulled me out our front door and into hers. We climbed the stairs quietly, and I had to clamp my hand over Lil's mouth four times to prevent her exploding with laughter. She stared through the keyhole and then looked at me and pulled a gruesome face. I then peered through. What I saw almost made me puke.
That's it for now!!!
Tommy:
Anger flickered across my mind when I saw Phil's disgusted expression at Lil and I. Ok, we did something wrong, but its our personal lives, and they shouldn't be butting their noses in where they don't belong. I squeezed Lil's hand reassuringly, but it looked as though she was going to cry. She looked at me and tried to smile, but it wavered a little and then drooped. I hugged her and she held me tightly before scrambling aboard the school bus. Today, Lil and I sat on the seats in front of the back. At the back of the bus, Kimi sat next to the window, Phil sat next to Kimi, Chuckie sat next to Phil, Angelica sat next to Chuckie and Suzie sat next to Angelica. Dil was at the front. Lil and I were silent for a bit until I said quietly, "Why don't you tell me about what happened last night." Lil hesitated for a couple of seconds, and then replied in a hoarse whisper, " I'll tell you later, but it wasn't pleasant." I nodded and before I knew it we were at school.
Today my first class was Art, one of my favourites but I knew it would be a nightmare today, as I only knew Phil in the class. Phil smirked at me as he kissed Kimi and then began striding towards the art block. It was ok for Phil; he knew most of the kids in the lesson. Lil gave me a huge tight hug and a kiss, before whispering, "I'm gonna die without you." I smiled weakly in return, although her lopsided smile showed obviously that she really did not want to go and do her Spanish lesson with Kimi and Chuckie. I slowly trudged over in Phil's direction. I knew I was only going to be a loner for one lesson, ( Or a Larry) as I call it, but I had never been without my friends before. As I got over to the Art block I noticed that my class had already gone in. Great. I opened the old wooden door, and it creaked noisily. I shuddered as a sea of faces spun round to stare at me. My art teacher, Mrs Cawthorne, was clearly not impressed. "Why are you late Mr Pickles?" She asked sharply. I twisted my foot and bit my lip before murmuring, "Sorry Miss, I umm, uh, I. . ." "I'm waiting." Mrs Cawthorne said drumming her fingers impatiently on her desk. After at least 30 seconds, an idea finally came to mind. "I had to go to my locker Miss. My English homework was in it." Thankfully Mrs Cawthorne seemed satisfied with my excuse and smiled warmly at me. "Very well then Thomas, you may take a seat now." I breathed a sigh of relief and began to head for my seat. It was then I faced another problem. Phil was in my seat. I groaned and turned on my heel back to the teachers desk. I then said to her, "Mrs, I have nowhere to sit." She looked around the crowded classroom and then smiled. "There's one Mr Pickles, right there next to Geoffrey." My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. Next to Geoffrey? He was the geekiest kid I'd EVER met, and I had to sit next to him? I started to complain to Miss, but she held her hand up to my face and started nattering to a girl called Katie about why she'd written 'I love ?' in capitals on her work, indicating she didn't want to know. I gave up and trudged over to the seat, seeing Phil snigger in the corner of my eye only making it worse. I slumped down into the seat and took my pencil case out of my bag. Geoffrey started talking to me about computers and politicians, stuff I didn't know much about, and I tried to nod in the right places although iwasn't listening at all. Miss then bellowed, "Alright class, we are continuing our French impressionist work from last year, I want you finishing it - remember you can only use the white paint brushes in the washing up dish ok lets go!" I opened my book and smiled at my art work. My art was fantastic, I had to say, my portrait of Phil perfect in every way, like him looking in the mirror. I grabbed a paintbrush and pallet, and started adjusting the hair, trying to make it a tiny bit wispier. However, being my bad day, the colour spread rapidly and poor Phil ended up with a large blob of hair covering most of his forehead. Oops. I then started mixing some red and yellow together to make his cheeks a little rosy, but Geoffry knocked me in an attempt to see what I was doing, and I ended up with a large streak of orange covering all of his left cheek and most of the eye. Although he had been extremely apologetic, I wasn't in the mood to forgive him. I gave up on art and just sat there for the rest of the lesson. I breathed a humongous sigh of relief as the bell rang signalling us to go to our next lesson. I trudged through the muddy footprints on the corridor floor on my way to English, thanking the lord that Lil was in that lesson, it would be interesting to here what kind of unfortunate mishaps could have happened to her.
I pushed open the wooden door and joined the class luckily I wasn't late. Lil waved franticlly at me and I sat with her at the front. "How was Spanish?" I grumbled. Lil shook her head and mumbled, "Ya don't wanna know." "I do." I urged, "I want to know if your time was as terrible as mine." Lil sighed. "Ok." She agreed reluctantly. "Well, first Kimi sat in my place so I had to sit next to Chuckie, who kept accidentally on purpose flicking his ink pen at my paper, so I ended up with loads of large blue blobs covering my page and had to rip it out and start over. Then Kimi passed me a note saying, 'Hi Lillian how are you?" I knew she was being sarcastic so I ripped it up and then I got sent out of the classroom for snapping at Kimi." "Mines near enough the same" I said sympathetically, and told her my story of art. Lil looked pitifully at me, and then Mrs Allat, came in. I lied about the English homework to Mrs Cawthorne, but it was to survive a detention. "Good morning students!" Mrs Allat cried, "Don't get out your English books, we are going up to room 213 to use the computers, and I want you to research some information about dreams and put it in your own words. Now chop chop, we only have an hour you know!" and with that she slipped her laptop into its case and whisked out of the door. I slipped my bag over my shoulder and darted after Mrs Allat. If we got there quickly, me and Lil could sit next to each other. Phil slowly walked behind us chatting to three boys and one girl, their names being Ben, Alex, Chris and Charlotte. Lil grabbed my hand as we entered the computer room, and we rushed to two free computers. We entered our usernames and passwords, and logged onto the Internet. I found out how long dreams lasted and then sat around talking to Lil for the last 40 minutes of the lesson. Mrs Allat gave me an angry look as I handed in my small amount of work, but that couldn't be helped. I'd never been happier when the bell rang for break.
Lil and I went to the vending machine, and Lil was tripped up by Kimi, and a lot of sniggering followed. I threw Kimi a dirty look, in which she grinned in reply, as we exited with our food. Chuckie and Phil were already by the willow, and when we tried to sit down, Chuckie said scornfully, "Sorry, only LOYAL kids can sit here." And Phil kicked me, signalling for us to get lost. Lil and I sat on the steps of the sports hall and ate quietly. "I think they're being right out of order now." Lil whispered to me. "They are." I mumbled back, "But don't worry, everything will turn out ok in the end." Lil lay her head on my shoulder and I put my arm round her waist, and we rocked gently. The last lessons were horrible, in which Chuckie tripped me while we were running in P.E, Kimi tore my book in half in Music, and Phil drew all over my bag in a pink highlight pen in Technology. I was incredibly happy on the school bus home, knowing that I had survived a nightmare day and it couldn't get any worse, and at least I had the rest of the day to recover. "Ok Lil," I said firmly to her, as we were on the bus home. "Tell me what happened at Kimi's last night." She started to shake her head and murmur an excuse but I shook my head and stared at her. "No Lil, please tell me, if I know, I can help." Lil hesitated a minute before giving in. "Ok" she said. "I rang her when I got home because Phil was over there, and she was really mean and nasty saying that everyone hated me. I went over there and knocked on her bedroom door. She let me in and I thought she thought I was Kira or Chas, but when she saw me she was smiling and laughing and she was playing battle ships with Phil. Kimi said to me something like, 'oh I was blind on the phone' and I didn't know what she meant so she told me and it turned out that blind, meant they were pretending I didn't exist any more treating me like shit by acting really friendly, and Phil said . . .Phil said," She gulped. "Phil said he could easily survive without me and everyone could, and the only person who liked me was you." I was speechless. I knew she hadn't given me full detail but it sounded awful. Being told that your hated to your face can break your heart. I gathered her in a hug and she clung on to me tightly, her face pale and her eyes dark.
We then arrived at our stop and Kimi scampered off the bus holding Phil's hand and they ran up the steps to Phil and Lil's house laughing and giggling. I pulled Lil into our house, hearing a faint, "Bye Thomas, bye Lillian, see you tomorrow!" from Kimi. I gritted my teeth and we rushed up to my bedroom. I was just closing the blinds when I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. "Lil . . ." I whispered. "What?" She asked as she set her bag on the floor. "Come here." She came over to the window and stared. Kimi and Phil were in the twins bedroom snogging passionately. Kimi was sitting in only her bra and thong, whilst Phil was only wearing his boxers. Suddenly, Phil grasped Kimi's bra strap and started to undo it. That was enough. I closed the blinds sharply and looked at Lil. Lil was smiling. "Oh my God," She cried and started laughing. "Tommy shall we go over there and burst in on them!" She was looking the happiest she had been in ages. I looked at her in disgust. "Lil!" I cried, "you mean you really want to see your brother and ex-best friend making out?" "It'll be SO funny!" She yelled slipping on her shoes. "Oh Lil do we have to." I protested. Seeing people make out wasn't my idea of fun. "Please!" She moaned. I sighed. "ok." I murmered but were coming straight back." "Promise." She agreed. "Now come on!" I slipped on my trainers and she pulled me out our front door and into hers. We climbed the stairs quietly, and I had to clamp my hand over Lil's mouth four times to prevent her exploding with laughter. She stared through the keyhole and then looked at me and pulled a gruesome face. I then peered through. What I saw almost made me puke.
That's it for now!!!