AndyWhat's worse than teachers setting homework? Teachers setting revision homework, that's what. Having to go over what we'd previously learnt months earlier was like being forced to re-read the same shitty book and hoping for a different outcome. Maths and chemistry were easy because formulas never changed so I decided to do them last and focus on my English essay.At the start of the year, we'd been assigned the most boring novel I've ever read, making me question if the school board even wanted students to pass their English exams because there were so many times I fell asleep while trying to get through it. When the school year was over, I was looking forward to being able to burn this book, but for now, I needed it.My desk is a cluttered of organised mess, I know where everything is, but to an outsider it probably looks chaotic, with books piled up high. Claire often pokes fun at how untidy my desk is; her own desk is neatly coordinated into different sections for each subject
ClaireThe children's ward is decorated in bright, wonderful colours, with cartoon-style animals stuck on the walls and small teddy bears on each door with the room number on their chest. We pass by a recreational room, which has bean bags spread out in front of a tv and tables with paints, markers and cardboard set up. There's even a cupboard filled with toys, puzzles and board games. I hate the thought of any child feeling sick, but I'm glad they have something like this to make them feel a little better.Charlotte stops in front of a room and opens the door. I follow my parents and grandfather inside and find Heath lying in bed. He opens his eyes but doesn't speak, his entire body looks weak and limp, and his face is drained of colour. I've seen Heath sick before, but nothing like this."Hi Heath, I've been having a chat with your parents and we've decided to run some more tests, just to see what is wrong, is that ok buddy?" Charlotte asks Heath in her sweet, soothing tone."Why?"
ClaireFirst day back at school and the teachers had piled on the homework, most of which was revision for our upcoming exams, but still, it sent the message through that our fun was over. I hear mum's ringtone, coming from downstairs, and I smile to myself, assuming it's Penny calling to check up on how the first day back went. Penny may have retired from her position as principal of Claremont High School last year, but that doesn't mean she stopped chasing up on how the school is running without her.I get up from my desk and walk over to my door, wanting to shut it to keep the noise from distracting me, but when I hear mum's voice, travelling up the stairwell, I sense her panic and soon realise that she's not talking to Penny at all. I linger in my doorway, trying to catch what the conversation is about, but Mum ends the call before I get a chance to find out.I close my door and slink back into my room, not wanting her to know that I was eavesdropping, but when I hear her footstep
SamBrixton Campus was a lot bigger than Claremont High School, and the faculty must have been double, given the number of teachers in the staff quarters. I'd been given a tour of the school by the principal at the end of last term and met some of the staff, but still felt like I needed the map that they give new students to show me where I was going.I was given a shared office space with the coach of the basketball team and spent a good portion of my morning cleaning up the mess that was left behind by the pig that inhabited the area before me. I was beginning to understand that organisation was not highly regarded by coach Zelton, the man had playbooks, from previous years, spread out among chocolate wrappers and mouldy food that I suspect was older than my children. Veronica would have a nervous breakdown if faced with this chaos.After squaring up my area and saturating the desk and chair in antibacterial spray, I then set about reading through the current playbook that the pig h
SamI wish I could say that I was looking forward to starting my new job, but the truth was, I was nervous; I had no idea what I'd be walking into today. Coaching at Claremont High, I quickly discovered that the kids were grateful to be allowed to play the sport they loved. Some came from poorer backgrounds, where their family struggled to make ends meet; they didn't ask for much and rarely complained.Brixton students were notorious for being self-entitled. Most came from money, not their own, though, yet it didn't stop them from thinking they were better than everyone else. Everything was handed to them on a silver platter, including this team so I knew I'd have my work cut out for me, trying to pull them into line.Nate had shown me what he was capable of I would just have to push him so he doesn't hold back, and I already knew Andy was phenomenal, but as for the rest of the team, I had no idea what they would bring to the field. Then there were their antics off the field that I ha
Andy"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here. I just thought I could help, that if we all worked together, we'd be able to figure out who the attacker is." Nate apologises, standing up from his seat, with Gabby's hand still holding on to his arm.My dad steps up beside Sam, looking from Adrian to Nate as if trying to figure out a solution, but I doubt there is one. Nate had his chance to come clean, to get Adrian off the hook and still he's kept his mouth shut."Let's just start back at the beginning," Dad suggests, holding firm in the middle of Adrian and Nate. "What happened the night of Claire's 18th? You were never on the invite list, so how did it come about that you ended up here?" Dad asks Nate."I didn't want to come, no offence Claire, but I had plans that night already." Nate starts, sitting himself back down on the couch."Plans with your girlfriend?" Gabby inquires, as if that's relevant to the story somehow."Plans with my parents." Nate clears up, and Gabby smiles to hers