Friday Mornings at my school, P.E first, I hated what we were doing in P.E, Cricket. I dreaded the subject, so I had my Mum write a note for me, saying I had hurt my knee, she was an epic Mum, she always did nice things, and is training to be a social worker, she's doing well, but anyway, I had pretended to walk around, as if I was in pain (Hint hint, my knee) The bell went straight as I exited the car, and I headed to tutor, this Year 7 kid was annoying me, he threw pens at me, I had to live with it though, we were in vertical tutor groups, so we never changed. "Hello, child"