Another horrible day at school. Another day with no free time. Another day... that starts fine.
Overslept. Always a bad sign. I didn't hear the alarm go off at 6 and slept on, until I was woken up painfully at 7 by a blinding light being shone in my face, as always happens when I sleep in.
Had breakfast, got dressed, ended up late. I hate Mondays, they're boring and horrible. And after them there's always Tuesdays, and they're worse.
When I got to school, a riot had broken out in the Common Room. It always does, and I'm still not used to it. I grabbed my books from my locker and escaped to the calm silence of the Ledge.
I dumped my bag there and started reading. More and more people went over, until the bell went.
Putting my book back in my bag, I went into the line, first as usual. The boy who was becoming my enemy was standing opposite me, as usual. My friend, Sudhira, also came over, and we started talking as usual, when a shriek came from behind us. We shivered, both of us together, and the teacher came over. He had his hands full, and handed me a cup of tea or coffee, I can never learn which is which. As he unlocked the door the boy pretended to walk past and shoved me, making me lose my balance and the tea/coffee spilt onto the floor.
"Oh dear." he said. "I believe Evie has spilt it! She really isn't good at even holding a cup!" I glared at him, and Sudhira put her hand on my shoulder. The teacher told us that he didn't really care and he could get some more, and led us in. I had to clear up the spillage outside.
"Today we are off timetable. Today is a day when all of you will get to learn more about each other."
Oh dear. I had a bad feeling about that. I could feel everyone staring at me, only one of those eyes was completely friendly.
Jump… Jump… This was very interesting, jumping into and out of a circle because this boy was doing it too early. We were TOTALLY learning more about each other by doing this. Whoever thought this idea up is stupid!
“You can’t say that!” Conversation was going on around me. Something about me being tall. And the 4th smallest boy in the class being stupid… Sudhira was on the other side of the circle-group, and we waved to each other as we ignored the boys’ bickering and tried (failing miserably) to listen to the teacher without being noticed and having our hearing taken away from us. After a gruelling and boring 50 minutes we had orienteering.
I’ve loved orienteering since we first had it in year 6. I love maps for some reason and after partnering with Sudhira, we set off on the course.
We had gone in reverse order- 8 to 1 rather than 1 to 8. And we couldn’t find 7! We searched and searched in the car park, where it said it was on the map, but we couldn’t find it even when two boys came to join us! Eventually, we heard the signal to go back to the school, and we walked over to the benches that was our meeting place. The teacher started counting heads- but someone was missing. A new boy this year, and everyone started arguing over his surname. Me and Sudhira had seen him in the car park and I kind of wished he’d been run over. Somebody ran over to the common room and it turned out he’d just gone there rather then where we’d meant to go.
After that we had break, and as usual I ignored everybody. They ignored me right back. Everyone else had their own problems, and I couldn’t care less, with all of the problems I had myself. I just sat in a corner of the common room watching the world go by.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! The bell went. One-two-three-four-five-SIX times. The common room emptied rapidly. I was the first to go, and the first to get to the hall. Me and Sudhira sat down at a random table. Some boys tried to push us out. They were just about to, as well, but then a teacher came over and marvelled at the fact that boys were sitting with girls, so we had to stay there.
“Ooh good, Evie’s on our team. We’re going to win for sure!” said one boy, glad that one of the smartest people in the class was indeed on his team.
He wasn’t so impressed when I went to a violin lesson 5 minutes later.
Violin lessons- making people cry daily. That is what I thought when in that lesson. We were doing scales- my worst enemy. Everyone blames my not practicing when it comes to my scales- they’re horrific. In fact, I do practice- Do you not see that I’m just not good at them!?
After thirty minutes of torture, I returned to the hall, which was making the loudest clamour ever. I looked around, squinting as I’d forgotten my glasses, for the table we were on. The boys were having an argument. Sudhira was obviously planning something out in her head- she was completely silent. I walked over to them, sat down at my chair, put my violin on the floor, and started shouting as to be heard over the noise.