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Cassia Km 16
La Storta
00123 Roma
00 39
06 3086001
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Lorenzo
“Hi Lorenzo,” said the short, freckled boy with dark brown hair. As he spoke, a football shot past me nearly hitting the windows of A1, the music rooms. “That was a lucky miss!” I replied. The boy grinned and came towards me, slapping my back as a sign of friendship.
As everybody arrived, little groups formed and lots of chitter chatter filled the air. There was an air of excitement, pupils talking about what they did last night, latest football matches and homework problems! At tutor group registration took place. Everyone arrived on time apart from Javier who is always late. As he rushed in, he caught the eye of Mr. Gordon who promptly marked him late!
“Please sir, it wasn’t my fault, it was the train,” he pleaded. Mr. Gordon turned away and took no notice and deliberately marked the “L” in the register. The bell rang again and the pupils trooped out to their first lesson. It was double English. As we entered we immediately sat down. The lesson began with a short explanation by Mr. Morgan. He reiterated the same phrase as usual. “Stop doodling folks. If you don’t listen, this lesson will go into break.” The lesson finished with the sound of the bell and pupils smartly moved off to their next lesson.
pupils pushed past each other to get to the changing rooms. Freedom at last. This is my favourite subject. On to the football field. We race to start our match. The thrills shown by our team when we scored 3 goals against the other side. Victory was ours. A sad moment came when the bell rang again and it was time for history. It’s not that I don’t like history, but after PE your concentration becomes difficult. The teacher rambles on about the Renaissance and my mind is elsewhere. It’s football practice tonight and I’m thinking about the match. All of a sudden, Ms. Cass asks me a question and I’m unable to reply. “Detention Lorenzo, you weren’t paying attention. Give me your diary,” she said angrily. Oh no, that’s the second note this week! I thought “what will mum say?” Now it’s time to be serious. IT’S LUNCHTIME. I never queue for lunch, football is more important. We made up our team, usually the same people, and, of course, we always win. That infernal bell rings again and the snail-like queue follows up the stairs to the last two lessons of the day. Technology passed quickly with joking and laughter from both pupils and teachers. This time pupils look at the clock anxiously for the last bell of the day. Routine at St. George’s? No, every day has something new to offer.