Chapter 2

What the hell was he living for, I mean hes around seventy years old..... He couldn't even reach the ground after dropping the chalk, its terrible in my opinion. Old people have no use. He still had the grippe as well, and his room had that old peoples home smell about it with vicks trying to overpower it. He started lecturing me about my history exam on the egyptians, but i kind of admitted at the bottom that i didn't want him to feel sorry for flunking me or out like that but his lectures are very interesting though. He kept on chucking things on to the bed and missing... how annoying! he kept on saying how concerned about my future... "you will, boy" "you will, boy" thats all he kept saying. It was very depressing. I couldn't've sat there another ten minutes to save my life. I said i've got to go and get some equipment from the gym... i dont even keep me goddam equipment at the gym. I told him not to worry about me... i said my good by and walked out. I looked back into the window, I think he mouthed "Good luck" .... i hope not. it sounds terrible!

chapter 1

I cant belive them, throwing me out that goddam school, Pency Prep. All because of the goddam reputation of that crumby place. I was watching the football game with Saxon hall standing way the hell on top of Thompson Hill. The whole school was there, watching them bashing each all over the place, except me. anyway, I had just got back from New York with the fencing team, very big deal. Another reason i wasnt at the game was old spencer, my history teacher.... I wanted to say good by. He new I wasnt coming back to Pency Prep. He had the grippe. I ran round down the hill and went and rang the doorbell. I was frozen, I got impatient shouting "c'mon, c'mon". I went up to see spencer.