The next day nothing was different. It was a beautiful autumn day, as hectic as usual. Get up, get dressed and get outside. Walking to school it seemed awfully quiet as I strode through the sycamore trees. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, up in the tree I saw a flash. I just passed it off as a squirrel, and carried on plodding along through the leaves. POUND. I was thrown to the floor, my bag spilling open and my schoolbooks thrown around. I turned round to see who and what it was that had landed on me. Oh no-it was the same people that had been chasing me before. James and Wesley. They were laughing and sneering as I pulled myself up dusting off pebbles and leaves.

“Attention class. Class!” Mr Whitley bawled which seemed to have a magic effect moving all the kids back to their desks. The day goes so fast when I haven’t got lessons with James or Wesley, like time purposely wants me to get to the next lesson quickly so I can get teased again. “Let me make it perfectly clear that your module test for Biology is coming up tomorrow. Any idiots who have not revised yet get revising.” He took a stern glance at me. “Alright class you can go now, Matt-wait! I need a word with you!”
“Oh great” I thought. “What could he want now!”
“It seems as though your grades are slipping Hoyland,” he boomed. “Is there any particular reason?”
I thought and thought in my head. Should I say about them or not? If I did, I would probably get beaten up by them. But if not I would have to take after school classes…