Hello Laytonettes and Laytoners! This chapter is Dandelion Oak's request, it involves her OC Lilly Layton. Happy reading! I like exclamation marks far too much!
Turning something boring into something interesting. Part 1
Lilly's Point of view
PSE today was so boring. We had to do a piece of writing with the title "All about me" when our teacher told us this a loud groan appeared from about 90% of the classes mouths, the other 10% slumped back in their chairs with an unimpressed look on their faces.
We all put the basic stuff e.g. dark brown hair, blue eyes etc, well I did anyway. I don't want a teacher knowing my life story, I think they take things like this as an opportunity to look into people's lives and be nosy! I put that I have dyslexia, but I accidentally spelt "dyslexia" as "dysleksia" so the boy next to me started to wind me up about this and he wouldn't stop, so I slapped him on the face, hard.
Cries of "Fight! Fight!" erupted around the room. Most teachers would have intervened at this point but our PSE teacher is a bit pathetic as well as being about four foot nothing tall, and most of us are probably about a foot and a half taller than her, so I guess we can be a pretty intimidating bunch.
After a few more slaps and punches someone called out from the back of the room "Sherbet lemonade bomb time!" followed by choruses of "Yes mate, get in there!" and shrill whistles. Sherbet lemonade bombs are like when you put a polo in coke and it goes all over, but instead you pour sherbet into lemonade, but it creates the same effect.
We thought this would be a small bomb, but it wasn't. the boy produced a full two litre bottle of lemonade and 500g of sherbet, this was going to be a big sticky mess, probably the type that makes you feel sorry for the cleaners.
Our teacher was now cowering in a corner with her knees up to her chin, eyes closed and her hands over her ears.
The sherbet had now been poured into the bottle, so we all looked on with eager eyes waiting for the explosion. After about 10 seconds it happened. It rocketed about 2 metres into the air before hitting the ceiling and creating a puddle, no not a puddle, a lake on the floor.
Someone had now climbed onto the top of a table and jumped into the "lake" and a few others followed her example, as did I, but not before I slapped him around the face one more time!
Just as I jumped a loud cough sounded from near the door, it was our 6,8" head teacher and where I jumped just happened to be close enough to cover him from head to toe in very sticky lemonade. Big oops.
"Lillian-Marie Layton! I will ring your parents about this!" he was seething. This upset me as my mum passed away a few years ago. I was going to point this out but judging by the look on his face I don't think he was in the mood for backchat.
What did you think? This is a two parter so keep on the lookout for part 2! Hannah.