random school text assignments

the head boy 23.09.22

Task 1

Romance novel

The head boy

"Hello, my name is Sultan, I'm like your regular person just a bit different."

they had said when they introduced themselves in front of their new classmates back in the start of year ten. Now they were half way through year eleven. They had short orange hair in a wolf cut, one green and one brown eye, a scar in their right eyebrow, they weren't very tall but they weren't short either, they wore both skirts and trousers, and sometimes together. They had a best friend named Sid whose dad was a bit of a tory. Sid was a tall-ish fella with rectangular glasses, short brown hair, he wore baggy clothes a lot of the time. Sultan and Sid had been friends since before secondary school, they both got bullied for being weird and because they were together all the time people would always assume that they were dating. They weren't dating, they were just best friends. Either way, not like it would work out between them Sid was always so calm. Sultan had never actually seen him mad, and Sultan was the total opposite. They would try to be as calm as possible but something just always just snapped inside them so they would lash out and scream at whatever was annoying them.

Now, today at school was going to be exhausting, Sultan was going to film a video for someone visiting their school. They had no clue what the video was about, they just knew they were filming something with the head boy in year thirteen, one of Sid's other mates and one of the head boys' mates.

Walking to school in the rain wearing my boring old school uniform, it was a white shirt, a striped yellow tie, light grey sweater vest, dark grey jacket and a pair of trousers in the same colour. The first three covering my chest binder. I was walking down the wet streets of London, my orange hair becoming a brownish orange in the rain, soaking my uniform. Walking to Sid's house to pick him up I have to walk past Tesco and deciding to get some breakfast before I got to Sid's house. I bought a blt sandwich for myself and sid. I didn't buy us anything to drink since I had water in my bag and Sid probably drank some milk or orange juice and knowing him he probably drank orange juice. Walking out of Tesco I spotted the lanky figure of the head boy under his umbrella next to the zebra crossing on the opposite side of the road. He was looking intently at his phone before looking up from it at the sound of the pedestrian crossing thing, fear struck his face momentarily when he spotted me. He then proceeded to cross the road over to Tesco and over to me. When he stood half a metre away from me he put his umbrella over both of our heads. "That was a bit unusual to experience." I thought to myself. "Sort of romantic though."

"Let's get to school shall we?"

"Right, but first we have to go to my mates house and get him"

"Okay let's get going then"

We then started walking to Sid's house which was a ten minute walk from tesco. While we were walking I took in the smells and sounds around me, the smell of wet soil, petrol cars, birds, our feet on the pavement, the rain on the umbrella above our heads. an unusual smell i hadn't smelled before intruded my nose, it smelled like vanilla, caramel and mens soap quite the unusual mix of smells if you ask me smelled good though. Moments later I realised the smell came from him, the smell came from Armand and it was such an intoxicating and vigorous scent I felt like my brain was in shambles. Which quickly ended because Armand came closer to me by bending down to my level and poking me in my shoulder and pointing at a house not so far away from us. Right in front of the door stood a sad looking nutter under a black umbrella wearing his baggy school uniform and a hat covering his hair.

"Oi, Sid! Over here!" I bellowed so loudly that Sid jumped in his spot before coming towards us in the pouring rain. "Let's get going then" Sid said energetically when we were beside each other. "First, here" I replied and gave him the sandwich. "Now we can go"

When we came to school at last, that walk felt like hours. Sid was staring holes into Armands side, I wonder why. Well anyway me and Sid had p.e in our first lesson. "First lessons are always boring" Sid said as we descended the stairs down to the changing rooms after p.e. "very true" we then proceeded to split up and get changed out of our p.e kits and got in the showers. Washing off all of that nasty sweat and dried blood. Changing into my drenched uniform from before.

"On to our next lesson then, maths." I said to Sid that stood outside of my door.

Ha ha, the one good thing about being the only student with a uterus at an all boys school, you get your own changing room. "Yeah lets go"

Half way through the lesson Armand came knocking on the door of the classroom of year 11a. "Hello sir, may I please have Sultan and Wilbur come with me?"

"What do you need from them"

"We have to film something for the people that came to our school this morning"

"Film what exactly?"

"We don't know the specifics sir, i just know that me, sultan, wilbur and max need to film something for them."

"Okay then, take them with you."

Our teacher then turned to us and said, "Out with you two then."

After that me and Wilbur stepped out of the classroom after Armand. Wilbur was a tall lad, he had brown slightly curly, fluffy hair and he wore round glasses that framed his face perfectly. There we were three students clad in dark grey school uniforms, one a bit more soaked than the others.

"I'm really anxious and I don't understand why." I said after a moment of silence in the long white corridor to the library.

"It's not like were going to film something weird or something. I'm just anxious for some reason."
"It's okay we can hold hands if you're comfortable with that." Armand said with a genuine looking smile on his face.

"Yeah I think I might handle the situation better by holding on to something."

We continued walking down the long corridor past classroom doors, trophy cabinets filled to the brim with football and rugby trophies the school teams from the past and present had won. The occasional motivational quote on the wall, photos of the graduating classes of the previous years, you know normal school corridor things. Then finally at the end of this seemingly endless corridor we came to the double doors of the library. We came to a stop. I put my hand on one of the door handles.

"Okay let's do this. 3...2...1"