Westville Grammar a school for the snobby, rich and arrogant. I believe I’m an exception to this although I go to Westville. Looking out of the window for my usual 10min glance, the sky risers are only to be seen. I look forward, a loud voice unlike any of the whispers of the birds “Jack, what do you think about the ancient war?” Said my ancient studies teacher Mr Daft
I rush through my textbook wondering what to say “Sir, I believe the ancient war had harsh punishments” I said hoping for my life it was acceptable
“Very well, Jack” phew, no detention today, Mr Daft is really a daft, he talks ¬¬¬really draggy and slow. I sit lonely by myself in most classes as most people in my year are snobby, rich or arrogant, having friends at Westville is an active mine field. …show more content…
I take my food and head to my usual spot, on the grass under a tree. “Hey, local what you doing here?” yelled Tim burr, the most up themselves person in the whole world, I just don’t see why people like him. He nicknames me local because the only way I got into Westville was from living nearby the school. There aren’t many locals at Westville as most come from the outer suburbs with a talent.
“Time, to go local” Tim said as he grabs my sub and throws it on the ground. There is no point in trying to fight with him about anything as last time I tried, I became mincemeat. Tim got into Westville for his so called it talent in rugby. Finding someone that is a little like minded to me is a mission and a half, just nobody seems to be like me.
My favourite time of the day is the drive home, dad’s car has the best air-conditioning after a hot day at school although our car is a wreck compared to the other kid’s cars. I just lay back in the seat and plunder the day over. “So, Jack how was your day at school?” said dad almost as it was expected of
I rush through my textbook wondering what to say “Sir, I believe the ancient war had harsh punishments” I said hoping for my life it was acceptable
“Very well, Jack” phew, no detention today, Mr Daft is really a daft, he talks ¬¬¬really draggy and slow. I sit lonely by myself in most classes as most people in my year are snobby, rich or arrogant, having friends at Westville is an active mine field. …show more content…
I take my food and head to my usual spot, on the grass under a tree. “Hey, local what you doing here?” yelled Tim burr, the most up themselves person in the whole world, I just don’t see why people like him. He nicknames me local because the only way I got into Westville was from living nearby the school. There aren’t many locals at Westville as most come from the outer suburbs with a talent.
“Time, to go local” Tim said as he grabs my sub and throws it on the ground. There is no point in trying to fight with him about anything as last time I tried, I became mincemeat. Tim got into Westville for his so called it talent in rugby. Finding someone that is a little like minded to me is a mission and a half, just nobody seems to be like me.
My favourite time of the day is the drive home, dad’s car has the best air-conditioning after a hot day at school although our car is a wreck compared to the other kid’s cars. I just lay back in the seat and plunder the day over. “So, Jack how was your day at school?” said dad almost as it was expected of