Eir Smith

My past ...

I'm so not bothered to get out of bed. As I turn to the other side in my bed and take my phone from under my pillow so I could see the time, I quickly jump out of my bunk bed and start to get ready for school. It was 8:15am, I was meant to get up at 8am. So I quickly start to put my school uniform on, my white t-shirt and my black trousers, my blue and gold tie which was a clip on but I broke it about 2 years ago and my blazer.

I check my phone, it's 8:18am. I quickly brush my ombré hair and put it in a sleek back ponytail and clip my fringe back. I rush to the toilet to brush my teeth. It's now 8:25am, not that bad... Once I woke up at 9am for school - my school starts at 8:40am. I grab my lunch from my kitchen and rush to put it in my backpack. I then put my school shoes in my bag too and put on my Disney vans as they were more comfortable to walk in and rush out the house. As I lock my door as I was the last one out of the house, I notice something in the corner of my eye... It was a black Range Rover and really tinted windows. It was like any other black Range Rover but I got a strange vibe from this one. I felt like someone was watching me... From that car.

I chose to ignore the car and go to school. Maybe they were waiting for someone. Maybe there really wasn't anyone in the car but it was simply my imagination. Any way, as I walk up the road, listening to music, I see the car driving past... For some reason I felt like I should maybe remember the registration plate -BD87 LKT- so I did. So I carried on going to school my normal way.

11:07am, there's 28 minutes of my English class left. We are on the laptops and I've just finished my task. Hmm I really want to go to the library printer instead of the one in the hall. Ow well, I'll just go to the one in the library. As I go up to my teacher I notice that she seemed very pissed off at my class, it was a big and loud class after all.
"Hey Miss, your ok ?" I ask her.
"Hmm? Ow... Arrgghh this class is too big! There's only one of me and 30 of you guys! I have the biggest class in the whole English department! Honestly I've had enough! Anyway... Have you finished?" She answered.
"Ow... Yeah I know. The class is too big! I can't concentrate most of the time. And yes I have finished. Can I go and print it out?" I asked.
"Yes you may go." She said while turning back to her computer trying to write an email to our heads of year.

As I'm going through the English hall and then through the Maths hall I'm wondering, why have shitty things always happened to me ? And why do I always over think things ? I never knew my father... Apparently no one knew him except my mother but she passed away a few hours after my birth and ever since my mother in law was looking after me. But the thing with my mother in law was that she isn't always here... She's always away on some work related trips so my uncle really looks after me. I don't speak to him about my problems and how I feel. I speak to my social worker and one of my head of year, Mr Erikson. I really liked Mr Erikson, I always speak to him, especially about my problems and how I feel about certain things. Mr Erikson has a poker face, what I mean by that was that he doesn't show many emotions. He's tall, with average length brown shiny hair. He is a really caring person and it seems like he doesn't want many to see that but I know he is.

And I started to go to the social worker because I would always feel bad about my parents and about my problems at school. She always helps me a lot. She's shorter than me, she has black long hair, she's Canadian. And she's a really caring person and I really appreciate everything she has done for me and whatever she's doing now.