Don’t cha wish your girlfriend loved maths like me?
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew the square of 3?

Don’t cha?
Don’t cha?

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew cos and sin?
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew which numbers are prime?

Don’t cha?
Don’t cha?

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew fun like tests?
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was the absolute best?

Don’t cha?
Don’t cha?

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew roots and surds?
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew .3 is a third?

Don’t cha?
Don’t cha?

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…

The white hot sun beat down on Matt’s head, as he emerged slowly from between some dying begonias, frantically looking left and right to see if they were still around. Were they still following him? He’d better make a run for it. He was in trouble again, he’d crossed the line again as far as they were concerned. He always regretted what he said after he blurted, and today was no exception…
As fast as his legs could carry him, he tore across the grass; not looking where he was going. As long as he could just make it home, he would be safe. “Just keep running, and don’t look back,” he kept telling himself. “You’ll be home soon.”
He got home, fumbled frantically for the key, and stuffed it into the lock, as he heard some footsteps approaching behind him. He quickly turned the key in the lock, but it was too late. As he tried to enter the house he felt breathing on the back of his neck, one of his pursuers gripped his shoulder tightly, and wheeled him round. He fainted before he got to see who it was, and fell on the floor in a heap.
The “bully” carried Matt into the house, and laid him on the sofa in the lounge, then started frantically looking through the cupboards in the kitchen, desperate to find something-but what? Meanwhile, Matt arose, grabbed his cricket bat that was nearby, and stood ready for the boy (or so he thought) who was now leaving the kitchen…
The “boy” ran back into the living room, and was confronted by Matt and his weapon. Matt dropped it in surprise when he saw him. It was no other than his Dad!

“Depressed” is depressing,
when people are stressing,
when happiness is lessing,
and your life’s in a mess.

Friends can cheer you
up and make you better,
when you’re feeling
under the weather.

So cheer up man,
don’t be depressed!
Be happy you know
it’s all for the best.

I have 2 new friends,
from the U.S. of A.,
they like England so much,
they don’t want to stay!

I like talking to them,
and letters are fun,
and while I’m in the dark,
they’re in the sun.

One’s called Cassie,
the other’s called Phil,
and then there’s Breanne,
and there’s more of them still!

Unfortunately now,
this poem has to end,
but I’m so glad I met
my new friends.