Hasse is our Swedish teacher. He is so mean and I think he has some sickness- he thinks you are shouting when you are just whispering.
Everyone hates most of the teachers in the school. For example, the music teacher. He is totally boring. I mean music is a fun subject but he made it feel like listening to the president’s long boring history speech. He doesn’t teach music much, all he does is telling us boring stories about musicians or someone who doesn’t even have anything to do with music! And he talks REAL slow!!!! It would take ages for him to finish a sentence. These are the type of story that he tells us on the music lesson. There’s no need to tell you every story that he told me and my classmates because all these stories are nearly the same, all about a guy. This is what he once told us. “Errr….(pause) well…. There is this (pause) a very well… cool guy. (pause) And he errr….. dddd died ( pause) the eeend. It”s a errr… every cool story huh?” Well, lets talk no more about the teachers, lets get back to the moment. It was a long and boring day at school all I wanted is to go home and rest. I walked slowly to the playground, dragging my school bag all the way. I glanced over the school gate but I didn”t see anyone. Weird, my mum was supposed to pick me up, she said just for today because I’ve lost my bus card. But now my mum was no where to be seen near the school. I’ll call my dad to pick me up I decided. I picked up my mobile and dialed his number. *waiting* diiiiiiii
Diiiiiiii diiiiiiii “Hello?” I heard his voice.
“Hi dad, can you please pick me up because……” I said but my sentence was interrupted by a high pitched voice coming from the phone. Obviously someone had grabbed the phone out of my dad’s hands.
“Who is this? Oh I guess you must be Cencila- that bitch David told me about. But guess what? I am David’s girl friend now so back off! Don’t mess with me.” The voice said haughtily. What and what what? Maybe I’ve called the wrong number.
“Errr… may I please speak to my dad- David?” I asked nervously.
“May you speak to your what?” The voice squealed. This got to be a girl who is speaking. I thought.
“My dad ? David” I repeated lightly.
“Oh sorry I thought you were your bitch mother” Her voice suddenly turned friendlier. “Umm David is busy now sorry.”
“But….” I began
“I SAID HE IS BUSY! And even he’s not, he wouldn”t speak to you. We are on a date as you see so no one could interrupt us. After the date we’ll have some very very important things to take care of.” The voice turned back to the cold voice. “Don”t forget to tell your mum cencila that I am David’s girl friend now if you are ever going to see her. She is probably on her way out to the airport to fly away.” She added. I could hear bits of excitement hidden in her sentence. Then she hung up. I stood there, I was shocked. So that”s why she’s not coming to pick me up. I couldn”t bare the thoughts that I am never going to see her again. I have to get home, I have to get home now!
Just then I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. “Don”t move or die.”
The voice said slyly.
Sorry the first bit isnt too exciting. But wait until you read the second chapter! Should be paitent.
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