We're here. It's taken longer than usual and we've only just arrived in
time, but we're here. Outside the big square building of boredom and
despair. We're late because of Will. He didn't want to go to school today.
Not at all.
None of us spoke in the car on the way here and dad didn't ask us anything either. I think he understands that we're all mad and upset about the whole thing. When we pulled up outside William's school he began crying again and latched onto my arm. He screamed for a bit about being left behind and that he was the baby before I had to get out of the car and carry him to the gates. Poor sod. Poor all of us.
I took him to the gates and pried him from my arm. Dad stayed in the car. Wise man, Will would have just kicked and screamed more. I hugged him and told him that we'd see him in the car after school and that we'd make sure we had a treat waiting for him. He calmed down slightly and whimpered that he didn't want he baby to be there when he got home. I laughed and said it wouldn't be. He accepted the answer and slowly went through the gates to his school. I watched as he met up with some friends before walking back to the car and climbing in.
Now we're at our school. Simon Langton Grammar School. We're all pretty smart kids and we all passed the admission test without any real problems. I climb out of the car again and straighten my uniform. Well it was uniform at the beginning of the year. Now it's really my style. We all do it. There's not one of us who hasn't customised their uniform. And I don't just mean our family; practically the whole school have their own style of uniform, except some snotty year sevens who think it's wrong for some reason.
Darla's wearing her hooped earrings and about every piece of none regulation jewellery she can find as well as all her make up. She's even wearing her heels to school but the teachers don't care because they're black. Penn's got his badges and traditional black cap on which for some reason even the teachers let him get away with. I think he told them he had a problem with his head and needed to hide the scars. Dru's got her nails painted by Darla and her old necklace she got from grand mum with Miss Edith. We'd even taught William how to do his sleeves rolled up and hair scruffy for fashion reasons. All the other kids though he was cool. I think it was our family who invented the non-uniform uniform.
Then there's me. I've got my hair spiked and home made wristbands round my wrists. They're made from my school jumper I never wore, so technically they're uniform. Then I have my scuffed blue trainers that pass for school shoes to the blind teachers at our place. My belt's bright petrol blue instead of the regulation black, but everyone thinks it's cool. So that's my uniform. Great isn't it? And none of the teachers seem to care so we all get away Scott free.
None of us have waved goodbye to dad, I don't think he was expecting it today, so he's just toddled off to his library while we make our way to registration. Dru and Penn have gone off to their form room over the other side of the school. Darla and me are slowly making our way to ours. Our teachers don't care if we're late, we usually are and so are the rest of the class.
She waves goodbye as I reach room E10 which is my form room and carries on to hers round the corner. I walk in with my head down and throw my stuff on the desk next to Doyle. He takes one look at my face and ignores the no talking rule while Mr. Hanna does the register. "Hey what's up with you Lee? You got a face like thunder." He has a cool Irish accent and he always gets the girls because of it. Wish I had one.
By now Buffy, Willow, Xander and Wesley are all leaning in to listen to my answer. A few people in our form are turning round to watch us before starting up their own conversations. Mr. Hanna looks severely pissed that we're all talking, but I really don't care today. "Bad news in the Giles home. Veronica's pregnant. She's going to have a bloody kid."
Willow's smiling. Why exactly? "Congratulations!" Buffy's also smiling. Why? What is it with girls and babies? It's like a stupid gene they all have. See give a woman a baby and they'll be all gooey and pathetic. Give a guy a baby and he nearly drops it. Women are crazy.
Xander's pulling a face and is looking at me like I've grown another head. "Five wasn't enough for your dad?" I shake my head and I think he knows how I feel about this kid already.
"Apparently not. They told us this morning. It was awful. We were eating." Xander's patting my shoulder and Wesley's looking at me like I've just lost my mum all over again. "I hate Veronica! Why the hell did she have to come and ruin everything?"
"Women do that." Wesley answers and dear god he's right. Women do. Thank the lord I'm single. Buffy and Willow are whispering girly things about how cute babies are and I have to turn away. Poxy girls.
"When you're quiet done with your own conversation Liam maybe you'd like to answer to your name in the register." Oh God. Now Mr. Hanna's starting. Stupid gay prick. Yes I know he's married but come on! Look at his hair. It screams faggot.
"Why should I when you can see me perfectly well? I'd have thought it was obvious I was here if you can see me." That's done it. He looks mad now. Shouldn't have done that. Willow's looking at me like I'm crazy, god I think I am. "Er...Sir." Maybe he wont be so bad?
He sighs and continues with the register. Phew.
"Liam I expect to see you in my office at 1:30."
Dammit!
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None of us spoke in the car on the way here and dad didn't ask us anything either. I think he understands that we're all mad and upset about the whole thing. When we pulled up outside William's school he began crying again and latched onto my arm. He screamed for a bit about being left behind and that he was the baby before I had to get out of the car and carry him to the gates. Poor sod. Poor all of us.
I took him to the gates and pried him from my arm. Dad stayed in the car. Wise man, Will would have just kicked and screamed more. I hugged him and told him that we'd see him in the car after school and that we'd make sure we had a treat waiting for him. He calmed down slightly and whimpered that he didn't want he baby to be there when he got home. I laughed and said it wouldn't be. He accepted the answer and slowly went through the gates to his school. I watched as he met up with some friends before walking back to the car and climbing in.
Now we're at our school. Simon Langton Grammar School. We're all pretty smart kids and we all passed the admission test without any real problems. I climb out of the car again and straighten my uniform. Well it was uniform at the beginning of the year. Now it's really my style. We all do it. There's not one of us who hasn't customised their uniform. And I don't just mean our family; practically the whole school have their own style of uniform, except some snotty year sevens who think it's wrong for some reason.
Darla's wearing her hooped earrings and about every piece of none regulation jewellery she can find as well as all her make up. She's even wearing her heels to school but the teachers don't care because they're black. Penn's got his badges and traditional black cap on which for some reason even the teachers let him get away with. I think he told them he had a problem with his head and needed to hide the scars. Dru's got her nails painted by Darla and her old necklace she got from grand mum with Miss Edith. We'd even taught William how to do his sleeves rolled up and hair scruffy for fashion reasons. All the other kids though he was cool. I think it was our family who invented the non-uniform uniform.
Then there's me. I've got my hair spiked and home made wristbands round my wrists. They're made from my school jumper I never wore, so technically they're uniform. Then I have my scuffed blue trainers that pass for school shoes to the blind teachers at our place. My belt's bright petrol blue instead of the regulation black, but everyone thinks it's cool. So that's my uniform. Great isn't it? And none of the teachers seem to care so we all get away Scott free.
None of us have waved goodbye to dad, I don't think he was expecting it today, so he's just toddled off to his library while we make our way to registration. Dru and Penn have gone off to their form room over the other side of the school. Darla and me are slowly making our way to ours. Our teachers don't care if we're late, we usually are and so are the rest of the class.
She waves goodbye as I reach room E10 which is my form room and carries on to hers round the corner. I walk in with my head down and throw my stuff on the desk next to Doyle. He takes one look at my face and ignores the no talking rule while Mr. Hanna does the register. "Hey what's up with you Lee? You got a face like thunder." He has a cool Irish accent and he always gets the girls because of it. Wish I had one.
By now Buffy, Willow, Xander and Wesley are all leaning in to listen to my answer. A few people in our form are turning round to watch us before starting up their own conversations. Mr. Hanna looks severely pissed that we're all talking, but I really don't care today. "Bad news in the Giles home. Veronica's pregnant. She's going to have a bloody kid."
Willow's smiling. Why exactly? "Congratulations!" Buffy's also smiling. Why? What is it with girls and babies? It's like a stupid gene they all have. See give a woman a baby and they'll be all gooey and pathetic. Give a guy a baby and he nearly drops it. Women are crazy.
Xander's pulling a face and is looking at me like I've grown another head. "Five wasn't enough for your dad?" I shake my head and I think he knows how I feel about this kid already.
"Apparently not. They told us this morning. It was awful. We were eating." Xander's patting my shoulder and Wesley's looking at me like I've just lost my mum all over again. "I hate Veronica! Why the hell did she have to come and ruin everything?"
"Women do that." Wesley answers and dear god he's right. Women do. Thank the lord I'm single. Buffy and Willow are whispering girly things about how cute babies are and I have to turn away. Poxy girls.
"When you're quiet done with your own conversation Liam maybe you'd like to answer to your name in the register." Oh God. Now Mr. Hanna's starting. Stupid gay prick. Yes I know he's married but come on! Look at his hair. It screams faggot.
"Why should I when you can see me perfectly well? I'd have thought it was obvious I was here if you can see me." That's done it. He looks mad now. Shouldn't have done that. Willow's looking at me like I'm crazy, god I think I am. "Er...Sir." Maybe he wont be so bad?
He sighs and continues with the register. Phew.
"Liam I expect to see you in my office at 1:30."
Dammit!
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