SCHOOL AGAIN PART ONE It was Monday school again, What was even worse I had to walk in the rain. My essentials in my pocket, Jawbreaker sweets lime. Broken strapped wristwatch to tell the time, Ruler chewed both ends. Very good for flicking things as it bends. Pencil, rubber, football cards, And some toffee remains but they were only shards. Math’s was my first subject with Mr. Truer, He was French if you hadn’t guessed. Math’s sucked I didn’t have any flair. Tim was the man my mate, head like a Britannica book, Sense of humor of a chook. Games now we are talking young girls playing ball, My favorite past time was hanging around the hall. As the class got underway I noticed Karen winking at me, Or was I wrong... was she? Yes she was, she was only the hottest babe I’d ever seen, Her eyes melted my jawbreakers in my pocket with a mischievous gleam. She made me quiver, don’t look at me I was going red, She flicked her hair seductively gorgeous locks with a tint of brown. The thing I liked the most was her lovely frown. A screwed up note landed on my desk by my hand, I quickly covered it, I’m sure Mr. Truer would not understand. Teacher scribbled equations on the black board with a stub of chalk, He was sending the class to sleep with his equation talk. I opened the note under the desk, and started reading, Will you meet me after school for a drink? The bike sheds would be ideal I think. My heartbeat raced as I had a date at last, I hadn’t had much luck with girls in the past. I waited for her hidden from site, Behind the bike sheds I was boxed in rather tight. This spot was a place we would go for a crafty fag, Or I would change into something trendy; not my mums bought clothes from my bag. Was she going to stand me up it was looking grim? SCHOOL AGAIN PART TWO I heard a faint voice calling it was my fat mate Tim, He pushed into the gap smiling, lighting a fag. I’m waiting for someone Tim bugger off will you mate, Anyway it’s looking like she’s stood me up, I might as well go home at this rate. Who are you waiting for? Let me guess windy bum Emma Brooks? Give me a break, She’s a swat always stuck in her textbooks, All right whom? Not Donna, She has got nice wet look lips. Its Karen if you must know, I prefer her shapely hips. Karen she’s a hot babe don’t make me laugh, why would she go out with you? Thanks very much, it is looking like she has shot through. Next day in class Karen flicked her hair seductively again, she was wearing a slinky skirt, Her eyes nibbled my soul there was a grin across her alluring face. I ignored her my eyes squinted in distaste. Picking out my ruler I munched up some paper into a small ball. Armed my ruler and let fly straight for her ear. As it hit I couldn’t hide my delight with a satisfied sneer, She screamed as the wet missile twanged of her ear. Teacher looked up what’s going on Karen come here, Sorry Sir I thought something hit me it was soft and wet. Ok sit back down and get on with your work, it was probably nothing I bet. From that day on I made her life sweet hell, She hated me always glad to here the classroom bell. My luck still didn’t change much with girls at school, Still my pockets were filled with jawbreakers, wristwatch and my handy chewed rule.Birth sign: Scorpio
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