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Laurence

I step off the train into the cool morning air and start walking casually towards the school. I see Francesco, who’s been doing biology on the train. We complain about how much work we both get and then start discussing football and what was on TV last night.

My mind was starting to clear after not much sleep and a rushed exit from the house. The atmosphere was slightly foggy, but the sun was pushing up from the horizon, and was already well on the way. Today was going to be a mixed day. True, the lessons weren’t going to be particularly amazing, but there was a possibility that Mr. Morgan might book the TV, and today we were going to have a party for Kwan. I would have to rush down to the tuck shop at lunch and buy some drinks.
I listened to the birds singing and continued up the hill. Stupid cars. No matter how many times the parents are told, there’s always millions of cars going the wrong way up the hill at a hundred miles an hour.
We go under the arch and walk into the building. The different air pressing against my face. There’s Aram, doing a maths problem as usual. I say good morning and glance at my watch. Twenty to. Just enough time to say hi to Pixie and Shashank, and that lot in C5.

The bell rings and after talking to Aram about phi function in registration, I walk out of the building, across the springy, dewy grass to Al. Music - composing - passes in a flash.

Break is spent in the library downloading for the potato experiment write up. Maths seems to take an age, but finally the muffled tiny bell rings again and it’s English. Video! The class goes wild. We watch a very entertaining video about boys left in a house on their own. Great stuff. The bell rings.
On again. Now up to ICT. There’s Ruta and Dario. And here come Audrey and Zaynah. Then the teacher, and we file into class. Logging on…there. I double click on my file automatically and start working on my coursework. It’s really coming together. I pull some pictures off the web and add some data and then start writing my conclusion. Dring! The bell rings once more and we’re free! For a whole hour and a half!
I rush down, dumping my bag on C-floor. Tuck-shop. Coke. Sprite. Back up to C5. Here comes Kwan. Tension builds. We listen to his footsteps coming up to the door. Surprise! Kwan admires the spread on the tables – spring rolls, rice, sushi cake, drinks. Then we eat it and there’s a good feeling in us. Not just the cake. We had given something and we had also received something in return. Not physically, but a warm glow in your stomach. We cut the cake and munch happily.

Then out for a walk. The sun shines and the rays warm my bare arms. We enter the lunch room with only two lessons to go. After eating we put trays away and go our separate ways into science.

Chemistry for us – magnesium. Yes! After much smoke and bright flame we write it up. The minutes inch by. Two. Three. Four. We fall into a deep stupor. Twenty, twenty-five, thirty and then it’s time to go. A hectic rush for the train and then I’m sitting in an air-conditioned carriage talking about Bond with Phoebe. Then it’s my stop, and I’m saying good-bye. Another day over, another paragraph in my life written.