Chapter 2
When I arrived at my English classroom, I sat down in my seat, which was near the door. I was the only person on my table that didn't have someone sitting next to them. On the teacher's seating plan, it said that one of the boys in the class was supposed to sit in the seat next to me, but he had refused to sit there, because apparently sitting next to me was 'like not sitting next to anyone at all'.Oh, well. I wouldn't want to sit with him anyway.
After a few minutes, the lesson began, and I began to write the date and title in my book, which had been given out earlier.
"Today we will be learning about how different colours represent different moods in films." the teacher told everyone.
English was probably my best subject at school. Well, it would have been, if the other kids didn't ruin it for me. I loved writing, and I wanted to be a journalist or an author when I was older. But lessons just weren't fun when they were being constantly disrupted by bad people.
Then the teacher opened up a file on her computer with some tasks on it, and she projected it onto the whiteboard.
"Okay, here are your tasks for this lesson." she told the class, then she sat back down in her chair.
I sighed as I began to read through the tasks. Why couldn't the teachers at this school be bothered to teach us properly? Why did they all just put some random questions on the board, then sit back down and not do anything else for the whole lesson?
I looked over at the teacher, and I could see her playing a game on her phone under the table. The teachers at my school were so irresponsible, and it was terrible.
Looking up at the board again, I began to complete the first task. It was to make a list of what colours you think represented different moods, and it was easy for me. After a few minutes, I had completed all of the tasks, and everyone else in the class was still writing. I had to sit there and wait for another fifteen minutes until the majority of people had finished for the teacher to put some new questions on the whiteboard.
"Let's talk about these questions as a class. What colour do you think represents happiness?" the teacher asked.
Everyone in the class just shrugged their shoulders, apart from one boy sat on the other side of the classroom, who raised his hand.
"Yellow represents happiness." he told her.
"That's right, Charlie. Now, who can tell me what colour represents excitement?" she said.
The boy named Charlie raised his hand again, and the teacher pointed to him.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Pink." Charlie said.
"Correct." the teacher replied, then she went back to her desk.
I started to answer the questions on the board, and soon I had worked my way through them all. Everyone else still hadn't finished, like before, so I sat there and waited for the bell to go. When I eventually heard it, I waited for the teacher to tell me to go, then I made my way to my next lesson.
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