《little wickers》first day
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I walked into what is going to be my new class expecting to see a class busy working but I ended up seeing everyone including alfie with their heads on the desk... except from one asian girl who was studying.
"OII ALFF"
I ran up and slapped his back.
He woke up.
"Ugh what do you wan-
AMBER?! What are you doing here? you should be worthing.. at boarding school-"
"Got expelled... and mum didn't want me back in Spain with Javier.."
I rolled my eyes
"hey dickers.. who's this?"
called out some boy near the back of the class.
"Oh yeah guys This is my sister Amber."
I look around the class.
Two people at the front wave at me excitedly.
"Huhu (that's what mitchell's laugh sounds like) Little Dickers"
"Oh shut up you knob. I probably have more of a dick than you."
I said back. The boy seemed shocked at my response.
"So um amber you can sit next to um... ok not remdogg.. um you can sit next to Mitchell.."
He pointed at the boy who i just spoke to.
As i got to my seat i saw "HANGOVER CLASS" written on the board.
"Oi alf. you got a hangover again? here.."
i pulled some medicine out my bad and threw it at him. He had about 3.
"oh yeah by the way alf. they cause drowsiness if you have more than 1 a day."
"for fuck sake Amber NOW you tell me.."
Mitchell and Remdogg were laughing at alfie. He turned the lights off and everyone put their heads on the desk. So i joined them.
~time skip~
"And that was how quiet Anne Frank and her family had to be to evade capture by the nazis"
I put my head up to see a witch-y looking lady. She started talking to Alfie but I couldn't care about what they were saying.
"So Amber. What did you get expelled for in your last school?"
I snickered and turned to face him.
"I'll tell you later at break yeah?"
Both Mitchell and Remdogg nodded.
Then Alfie and that teacher left together.
Then the two who were waving at me suddenly rushed towards me.
"Hiya babes. I'm Stephen."
"I'm Chantelle. Tell us about you."
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"Your skin is gorgeous hun. You're literally glowing!"
We had a long conversation until Alfie came back. When he got back the bell rang for break.
We all rushed out and mitchell, remdogg, stephen, chantelle and I all sat on a bench.
I was on the table and they were sitting around me waiting for me to talk.
"So why did you get expelled?"
"alright so I was in a boarding school. and it was an all girls school. i was the "trouble maker" and then posh twats always said shit about the way i speak and they called me a tramp and a gypo... so i got into fights... and i had a flare gun in my locker that accidentally went off.."
They all started laughing.
"Listen that ain't all of it."
I kept telling them about all the stuff i did to the school that got me expelled.
"Oh Hun. You're quite a bit of trouble aren't you?"
Said Stephen.
I laughed and shrugged.
"but you're not gonna do anything like that here are you?"
"nah nah don't worry. the people at my old school were all posh twats."
"oh like alfie?"
the mitchell spoke up.
"Wait Amber.. how are you so like... us and your brothers from fucking hogwarts."
"well I didn't go hogwarts with his gay friend atticus and... i stayed in spain for a bit but then i got moved to boarding school for a year... it was hell. posh twats.. now i'm here."
Then the bell went off so everyone started going in. Mitchell stayed sitting with me.
"You alright Mitchell?"
"yeah... um.. i- uh.. i just want you to know that i'm.. i mean we aren't gonna be like them posh arseholes. we aren't gonna call you a tramp or nothing. You're one of us now little wickers."
He chuckled and walked into the school.
"come on little dickers huhuhu"
we walked into class to see alfie at the front of the class asking about good news or bad news.
"bad news" said that chinese girl.
"well jing the GOOD news is that our history topic is Pearl Harbour.. you know what that means.. ITS CLASS WARS!"
Suddenly everyone started moving the desks to the side of the room. Then Mitchell sat on one of the desks and invited me to sit with him.
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"Basically class wars is when we re-create a war or something so we have to 'pretend' fight.."
"She's chinese you muppet!!"
"I knowwww"
i scoffed
"alf you don't know the difference between the scrotum or the foreskin... and it's cos you don't have either.."
mitchell and remdogg started laughing
"oh shut up amber... Ok positions is kamekaze time!"
"wait sir what about the bad news?"
Alfie sighed..
"you might almost, maybe definitely fail your mock exams."
Remdogg then said
"Wait what do you mean we're all going to fail?!"
Alfie started talking about our grandpa and his lung failure so i threw my scissors at him..
"alfie shut it"
"and i inherited his volvo. remember that... always look for the volvo."
"alfie we cant fail. My dad will kill me!"
"don't be silly"
"My dad will kill you.."
Said mitchell pointing at Alfie.
alfie and remdogg were having an argument so i decided to talk to mitchell.
"mitch... is he always this much of a bell end?"
he chuckled and shrugged.
The mitchell shouted
"You don't wanna see my dad when he's angry, he used to train in the same gym as David Haye."
The remdogg said clenching his jaw
"And Sally Gunnell.."
~time skip~
The class was over and everyone started packing for the next lesson. Mitchell and Remdogg started leaving and then Mitch held the door open for me to leave.
"Imma talk with Alf. I'll see you at the lesson.."
"Kay if you're late i'll tell miss you're busy or something"
They left and the door swung close.
"Listen Alf."
He turned his chair a bit towards me.
"I know you can't be asked to mark these mock exams.. but you have no idea how much it means to these guys.. please try your best!"
"Yeah but it's so complicated and takes so much time.."
"But that's your job you knob! If you can't do this for your students then why do you teach?! Think about these guys before yourself!"
I stormed out the classroom and speed-walked to the next class.
I went in and sat next to Chantelle cause apparently Stephen was ill.
"Hey Amber you alright?"
"Yeah of course I'm fine!"
I gave her a genuine smile.
"Um chantelle... can i ask you a favour?"
"Yeah of course babes what's wrong?"
"Could I stay at your place tonight.. I don't wanna go live with Alfie.."
"Oh Em Gee Yes! You can stay as long as you want! You can live with me for as long as you need!"
I gave her a massive hug and thanked her endlessly.
After the lesson we all went to lunch. I sat with Mitchell, Remdogg, Chantelle and Stephen who is magically all better...
We started talking and messing about.
I was sitting next to Mitchell and as he was talking he placed his hand on my knee. I guess he meant it in a friendly gesture kinda way... i dunnoooo
~time skip after parents evening and all that~
Me and Chantelle went back to her place, had some food and then we were sitting in her room gossiping.
"So Amber.. I know you've only been here for a day.. but have you got your eyes on anyone?"
I had a proper think about it..
"Don't think so... Mitchell is my type and he's really funny and stuff... but i dunno yet.."
Chantelle giggled.
"Mitchell acts different with you. I've never seen him like it. But babes.. if you had the chance to do anything with him.. would you?"
I slowly nod embarrassed...
As we were talking i got a call from someone
ugh alfie
"what alf?"
"Where are you? Aren't you supposed to be staying at mine??"
"I'm staying with Chantelle.. see ya tomorrow"
I hung up quickly then got another call.
"Oh for fucks sake what now?"
"little dickers on her period..."
"Oh Mitchell sorry.."
I waved at Chantelle and mouthed "its mitchell!"
She giggled and sat closer to me, trying to listen to the call.
"So um.. amber have you got anywhere to stay?"
"Yeah i'm staying with Chantelle.."
"Oh good. k bye see ya"
Chantelle squeled with excitement.
"He asked if you had a place to stay!! He cares... He might of invited you to his caravan if you said no! Oh Em Geee!!"
"Caravan?"
"He says it's a static home but it's on wheels so it's a caravan."
I mouthed O and we both laughed.
"By the way, Stephen asked if you could join us in this dance tomorrow. it's for some PSHE thing and we need one more person.
"Yeah of course!"
She taught me the dance and we had a proper laugh.
We had loads fun until late and eventually fell asleep.
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