It's 1:40. I've just come out of Mr. Hanna's office. He is so evil. I hate that guy! Terrible Tuesday that's what today is. It just seems to be getting worse and worse.
"How did it go?" Doyle asked and walked beside me. He was juggling three tennis balls and I'm debating whether to ask where he got them from. No doubt he stole them from the gym after our lesson. He never did much work during gym, just eyed up the girls in their shorts.
"Got a detention tomorrow. No bigee. Not like I've never had one before is it?" Seriously, it's not. One of us four is in detention everyday. More likely me and Penn than the girls. I think its Penn today. Doyle's nodding his agreement. He's usually the one sitting next to me in detention.
"Guess not." Doyle's watching a sixth former go past when Darla approaches us. He's too caught up to notice. I give her a lopsided smile and she rolls her eyes before talking.
"Hey Lee? You need to go see Dad. He said something about Mr. Hanna calling you a yob." I chuckle in acknowledgement and she smiles back, obviously aware that it's true. "Here give me some money and I'll go get Will's treat. I was heading up to the tuck shop anyway."
"Great. Thank Darla. See you at home." Not a man of many words me. Me and Darla used to be thick as thieves when we were younger. Before Penn we used to be the real troublemakers. I used to be 'her boy' and she was my idol. Until we grew up. We kind of grew apart over the years, but we're cool. I give her my money and she's gone.
Doyle and me have met up with Wes and Xander. We're on our way to the library when there's an explosion form the girls' toilets opposite us in the corridor. I smile and listen to the screams with some sort of twisted joy. It's nice to know that some people are having a shit time in their lives as well. Xander and Doyle are laughing hard when the girls all come running out screaming their heads off. Wesley's trying to hide his laughter but is failing miserably. I'm just happy smiling when I see the guilty one poke his head out from his hiding place.
Penn's almost pissing himself laughing as he watches the girls run from their sanctuary. He's in the caretaker's cupboard and holding his stomach as water takes over the floor. Looks like I'm not going to be the only one in detention tomorrow. I walk past him and pat him on that black cap he's still wearing. My friends follow me and soon we're in the library. I don't know where Buffy and Willow are; I think they went to the canteen to get chips or something.
Anyway, here I am. We've entered the room of doom as us kids call our dad's pride and joy. Doyle and Xander have already made themselves at home and are sitting on the table having a heated argument about which comic book character would win a battle or something. Wesley's got more respect for books then the rest of us. I think dad wanted one of his sons to turn out like Wesley. Didn't work.
"Dad? Hey Dad I'm here!" I yell on purpose. I'm still so pissed at him for doing this to us. No doubt he'll tell me to be silent. It is a library after all. He comes storming out of his office, cleaning his glasses as usual and muttering something about needing to rearrange books. "Darla said you wanted me?"
"Ah, yes I did Lee. Erm, what's this I hear about you and Mr. Hanna?" He asks and pushes Xander's feet off the desk. Doyle removes his without being pushed or asked. I sigh and roll my eyes. Is it national ruin Liam's life day or something?
"He asked me a stupid question so I gave a stupid answer." I fold my arms and glare my father in the face. He'll back down if I do this for long enough. At least I hope he will. "I wasn't rude, or sarcastic or anything. He just wanted to pick on me."
Dad's rolling his eyes and sighing again. He's also cleaning his glasses again. Why wont he stop doing that? Xander and Doyle are nodding to him and he's paying no attention. "Lee, Veronica's beginning to believe that you and your siblings are being difficult because you don't like her. She thinks you feel threatened by her presence and that she's trying to take the place of your mother."
I can't do this right now dad! Not with my friends here! God are you stupid or something? Doyle had grabbed Xander and Wes and is already halfway to the door. Thank god someone understands. He nods to me and I smile in thanks. If I'm going to do this with my dad I need privacy.
"Threatened? By her? Not likely! Look you know we don't like Veronica, we know we don't like Veronica. Why don't we just do what we've been doing for the past two years and ignore it?" I'm fuming now. How dare he load all this on me. Seriously! Today is so not my day is it?
"We have not ignored this young man!" he's yelling back. God I hate it when he does this. "Every time Veronica tries to be nice to you, you all ignore her. It's not like she's not tried to get to know you. You children just wont listen to her. That's why we're having this child! I love Veronica and there's nothing you or your siblings can do about it! So you must learn to get on, because Veronica isn't going anywhere!"
"Nor are we dad! Nor are we!"
I stormed out of the library and away from him before I could say another word and get into more trouble.
God I hate my life.
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"How did it go?" Doyle asked and walked beside me. He was juggling three tennis balls and I'm debating whether to ask where he got them from. No doubt he stole them from the gym after our lesson. He never did much work during gym, just eyed up the girls in their shorts.
"Got a detention tomorrow. No bigee. Not like I've never had one before is it?" Seriously, it's not. One of us four is in detention everyday. More likely me and Penn than the girls. I think its Penn today. Doyle's nodding his agreement. He's usually the one sitting next to me in detention.
"Guess not." Doyle's watching a sixth former go past when Darla approaches us. He's too caught up to notice. I give her a lopsided smile and she rolls her eyes before talking.
"Hey Lee? You need to go see Dad. He said something about Mr. Hanna calling you a yob." I chuckle in acknowledgement and she smiles back, obviously aware that it's true. "Here give me some money and I'll go get Will's treat. I was heading up to the tuck shop anyway."
"Great. Thank Darla. See you at home." Not a man of many words me. Me and Darla used to be thick as thieves when we were younger. Before Penn we used to be the real troublemakers. I used to be 'her boy' and she was my idol. Until we grew up. We kind of grew apart over the years, but we're cool. I give her my money and she's gone.
Doyle and me have met up with Wes and Xander. We're on our way to the library when there's an explosion form the girls' toilets opposite us in the corridor. I smile and listen to the screams with some sort of twisted joy. It's nice to know that some people are having a shit time in their lives as well. Xander and Doyle are laughing hard when the girls all come running out screaming their heads off. Wesley's trying to hide his laughter but is failing miserably. I'm just happy smiling when I see the guilty one poke his head out from his hiding place.
Penn's almost pissing himself laughing as he watches the girls run from their sanctuary. He's in the caretaker's cupboard and holding his stomach as water takes over the floor. Looks like I'm not going to be the only one in detention tomorrow. I walk past him and pat him on that black cap he's still wearing. My friends follow me and soon we're in the library. I don't know where Buffy and Willow are; I think they went to the canteen to get chips or something.
Anyway, here I am. We've entered the room of doom as us kids call our dad's pride and joy. Doyle and Xander have already made themselves at home and are sitting on the table having a heated argument about which comic book character would win a battle or something. Wesley's got more respect for books then the rest of us. I think dad wanted one of his sons to turn out like Wesley. Didn't work.
"Dad? Hey Dad I'm here!" I yell on purpose. I'm still so pissed at him for doing this to us. No doubt he'll tell me to be silent. It is a library after all. He comes storming out of his office, cleaning his glasses as usual and muttering something about needing to rearrange books. "Darla said you wanted me?"
"Ah, yes I did Lee. Erm, what's this I hear about you and Mr. Hanna?" He asks and pushes Xander's feet off the desk. Doyle removes his without being pushed or asked. I sigh and roll my eyes. Is it national ruin Liam's life day or something?
"He asked me a stupid question so I gave a stupid answer." I fold my arms and glare my father in the face. He'll back down if I do this for long enough. At least I hope he will. "I wasn't rude, or sarcastic or anything. He just wanted to pick on me."
Dad's rolling his eyes and sighing again. He's also cleaning his glasses again. Why wont he stop doing that? Xander and Doyle are nodding to him and he's paying no attention. "Lee, Veronica's beginning to believe that you and your siblings are being difficult because you don't like her. She thinks you feel threatened by her presence and that she's trying to take the place of your mother."
I can't do this right now dad! Not with my friends here! God are you stupid or something? Doyle had grabbed Xander and Wes and is already halfway to the door. Thank god someone understands. He nods to me and I smile in thanks. If I'm going to do this with my dad I need privacy.
"Threatened? By her? Not likely! Look you know we don't like Veronica, we know we don't like Veronica. Why don't we just do what we've been doing for the past two years and ignore it?" I'm fuming now. How dare he load all this on me. Seriously! Today is so not my day is it?
"We have not ignored this young man!" he's yelling back. God I hate it when he does this. "Every time Veronica tries to be nice to you, you all ignore her. It's not like she's not tried to get to know you. You children just wont listen to her. That's why we're having this child! I love Veronica and there's nothing you or your siblings can do about it! So you must learn to get on, because Veronica isn't going anywhere!"
"Nor are we dad! Nor are we!"
I stormed out of the library and away from him before I could say another word and get into more trouble.
God I hate my life.
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God teenage life huh? Sucks to be Lee. Anyone want to review with ideas? Feel free. The button's right there.