Young Writers Society

This is a chapter of a story I've written, I would just like to know if it's any good. I know that the grammar is awful but try your best to ignore it! This isn't actually the start of the story so I'll tell you the most important things. Dougie lives in a children's home with Jaimie, Zoey, Joe, Samantha, Bella e.t.c. Adam Evans is Dougie's maths teacher, Connor, Emma e.t.c are kids in Dougie's class. Hayley is the head careworker of the care home. Dougie used to live with his mum, brother and mum's boyfriend in Essex. Hope that helps a bit! Thanks ^_^

"What time is it?" I asked Jaimie as I sat next to him.

"Half seven." He answered. "And there's a clock right in front of you Dougie."

"I know." I smiled.

"Then why did you ask me?" He said.

"Don't know." I shrugged.

Jaimie stared at me in disgust. "You are so stupid." He sniffed.

I switched on my i-pod. Jaimie might have been talking to me but I couldn't hear him so I just ignored him. It's easy to ignore Jaimie if you try. After a while I got bored and decided it would be fun to annoy Jaimie.

"I took her out, it was a friday night. I walk alone to get the feeling right. We started making out and she took off my pants." I sang Blink 182's What's my age again?.

"Shut up." Jaimie sighed. "You are so annoying, it's unbelievable.

"And that's about the time she walked away from me. Nobady loves you when you're twenty three." I carried on.

"Shut up!" Jaimie shouted this time.

"My friends say I should act my age. What's my age again? What's my age again?" I continued.

"Shut up!" Jaimie screamed.

He hit me on my shoulder with a pillow and began to glare at me like he always did when I annoyed him. It was great.

"What's wrong Jaimie? Don't like Blink 182 do you?" I laughed. "And that that pillow really hurt me by the way. I think I might die it from it."

"Shut up!" He said for the fourth time.

"Do you know any words other than shut up?" I smiled.

"Yes I do, and you think you're so funny don't you. You're not funny though. You're an immature, stupid and annoying boy."

I purposely yawned and began singing again. Jaimie groaned and stood up. He muttered something under his breath and stormed out of the room like a child who hadn't gotten their own way. I carried on singing. I went into the kitchen where Joe, Zoey and Bella were.

"Where's Jaimie?" Joe asked as I opened a cupboard.

"Upstairs I think." I laughed.

"What have you done now." Zoey said shaking her head.

"What makes you think I did something?" I said innocently.

Zoey didn't answer me. She looked at me and began shaking her head again.

"Well did you do something?" She said.

"It's just so tempting." I laughed. "He's so easy to annoy!"

I got a box of coco pops out of the cupboard. I opened it to find an empty box with a few coco pops on the bottom. Samantha had probably eaten them all. All she does is eat. I threw the empty box into the silver bin next to me and took out a box of frosties. There was something in it this time. I got a bowl out from the cupboard next to me and began pouring the cereal into it.

"Can I borrow your Avril Lavigne CD?" Joe asked to Bella.

"Ye sure." Bella answered. "I think Jaimie's got it at the moment though."

"Jaimie?!" I said surprised. "Since when did Jaimie like Avril Lavigne?"

"Since last week." Bella smiled.

"Well I know he doesn't like Blink 182." I laughed to myself.

The three of them looked at me in confusion not quite understanding what was so funny. I sat down next to Joe and started eating my frosties. I think they might have been stale but I was hungry so it didn't bother me much. I hadn't put milk on my cereal, I never do on frosties. I know it's strange but I think they look so pretty. The frosting on them shines under the light. It's like millions of white diamonds have been sprinkled in a special, individual way on every orange flake. Every single one looks different if you look closely at them. Every thing's different if you look at it closely. Even identical twins look diffirent if you look closely.

"Dougie, you coming?" I heard Zoey suddenly say.

I looked at the clock. It was quarter past. I must have been daydreaming again. I got up and poured the my half eaten frosties into the bin.

"Is Jaimie ready?" I asked grabbing my bag.

"Ye, he's waiting outside." Zoey replied leaving the room.

I followed her and made my way to the front door. We had sports that day but I was going to 'accidentally' leave my sports kit in the home. My sports kit was lying on the stairs as Zoey and I left the home and that's where it stayed for the rest of the day.

It was surprisingly sunny outside. The second I walked out of the home I was boiling. I immediately took my jumper off and stuffed it in my bag. Zoey did the same but Jaimie kept his on because he didn't want to get his jumper creased or something. Out of all of the things Jaimie had ever said, that definitely had to be the stupidest. He would end up sweating pools of water. That would be funny. As the three of us were walking down the drive we noticed that the house across the street had trucks outside. Someone must be moving in was my immediate thought. This scary old woman named Miss.Morris used to live there. Her husband had died years ago of a heart attack but I think that Miss.Morris had killed him. She was a proper witch. She'd probably cast a spell on him or something. Either that or Mr.Morris must have looked at her too early in the morning. I did that once and as I stared at the mountain of a mole that was on her face I swear I saw my life flash between my eyes.

"Who's moving in I wonder." Zoey said.

"I wonder where Miss.Morris is moving to. I'll miss her, she was nice."

"Nice?!" I exclaimed. "If you think she's nice then there is something seriously wrong with you. She ain't nice!"

"I wonder who's moving in." Zoey said again.

"I'll go and have a look." I answered crossing the road.

"Dougie, you can't walk into some one's house!" Zoey said quickly.

"Technically they ain't moved in yet." I winked.

Zoey crossed the road with me but Jamie stayed on the other side. He is so boring. As I got closer to the building I noticed that the door was open. It was a really nice, expensive house so whoever was moving in must be rich I assumed. I looked inside the house. I couldn't see anyone so I stepped into the doorway. Zoey waited nervously and looked at me clearly unsure.

"Come on." I said after a while.

"We shouldn't go in." She replied slowly.

"It's not going to hurt us." I smiled taking her hand and her with me into the house.

We looked in the bottom floor rooms but there didn't seem to be anyone there. It was an extremely posh house but nothing near as posh as the Parker's house. The people that I'd quite recently found out were my family. They didn't know that though. The only person who did now was their oldest daughter, Sapphire. To be honest though if Sapphire's mum, Andrea, found out that I was her grandson she would be far from happy. It would probably depress her. Andrea hates me. She thinks of me as the bad behaved, rough, poor kid from Essex. If I told her the truth she would hate me even more because I'm the reason she hasn't seen her daughter in sixteen years. I feel the same way about her though as well. She treated my mum awfully. I mean who would kick their own child out of their house just because she was pregnant? It's disgusting. I have to admit though, it would be funny to see the look on Andrea's face if I told her that I was her grandson. It would be absolutely hysterical. Zoey and I carried on looking around the what seemed to be empty house. There were boxes in most rooms and a big pile of empty boxes in the hall. I had never seen in the house before but I had had a look inside before. The house looked completely different to what I remember seeing. The walls used to match Miss.Morris's taste in clothes. Awful. There used to be floral patterns on the walls but they weren't the nice kind of floral patterns. They were bad. Really bad. Maybe that's how her husband died! His eyes couldn't take it anymore! It was easy to say that compared to what the house used to look like, what it looked like now was amazing. It was really modern. Most of the walls were white and the old carpets of the house had been replaced by new, spotless ones. I think that Zoey was thinking the same thing as me because when I looked at her she seemed as impressed as I was. The rooms were full of boxes but there wasn't any life in either of them. We gave up looking after five minutes or so and headed back to the front door. As we were about to step out of the stylish house a young woman carrying a child of about three bumped into us.

"Excuse me, who are you?" She asked narrowing her eyes and looking at us.

"Ummm... we were just..." Zoey stammered.

"Sorry, I'd left my mobile in here from when Miss.Morris was here and there was no one in the house so we came in to see if we could find it. I need it for school you see so I needed to get it now." I lied.

"Oh... okay." I think the woman believed me.

"What time is it now?" I said looking up at the wall where the clock was. "Damn, we're going to be late for school."

I took Zoey's hand and stepped out of the house quickly as though I was in a rush. The woman had fallen for that quite easily.

"That was so close." Zoey sighed in relief.

"You shouldn't have gone in there in the first plae." Jaimie snapped.

"It's lucky that you're good at making things up on the spot." Zoey said ignoring Jaimie's comment.

"She seemed like a pretty nice woman." I said.

"Yea and the little girl was cute." Zoey smiled.

"If you ask me you shouldn't have even been in the house in the first place." Jaimie complained.

"I didn't ask you though did I." I winked.

"It's twenty five past by the way." He continued complaining.

"Oh well, we've got sports first." I shrugged.

"That's not fair, I like sports." Jaimie's next complaint.

"Too bad." I laughed.

We ended up getting to school ten minutes late. Jaimie was overreacting so much. It was funny at the start but then it got annoying. All he did was complain and tell me how it was my fault that we were late. He was even complaining through sports which is surprising because normally in sports he'll be bragging about himself. It didn't help that we were playing tennis either. I hate tennis. What's the point in hitting a ball back and forth? It's pointless.

"Do you realize that this could affect my permanent record?" Jaimie complained as he hit the ball with his racket.

"Here we go." I said under my breath.

I was watching him and Connor play because I had 'forgotten' my kit.

"I have a perfect attendance record and now thanks to you I've lost it." He sniffed.

"Does it annoy you?" I asked.

"Of course it does!" He snapped as if I was stupid.

"Good. That makes me happy." I smiled.

Jaimie stopped playing and instead started to have a go at me.

"It is not good. Thanks to you I'll seem like someone unreliable and when I want a job I won't get one because they'll think I have a poor attendance and will not be trusted to arrive on time."

"Dude, it's ten minutes. You ain't going to die."

"Ten minutes, ten hours. If you're late, you're late."

"You are overreacting like mad though Jay." Connor laughed.

"Don't you dare start calling me that too!" Jaimie snapped.

"What? Jay?" I smiled.

"Yes that." Jaimie was gritting his teeth.

"Okay Jay. Whatever you say Jay. Shouldn't you be playing tennis Jay? I thought you liked tennis Jay." I said.

Jaimie glared at me like usual, before serving the tennis ball by hitting it harder than necessary.

"At least I don't have a prostitute for a mum." He sniggered under his breath.

I completely ignored him after that.

We had English last. We were supposed to have it with Mrs.Thomas but we had been told earlier on in the week that we were going to have a new English teacher for the rest of the year. That didn't disappoint me at all. Hopefully it would be someone I could mess about with. I had high hopes that it would be someone I could mess about because you normally could if they were new teachers. Zoey must have known what I was thinking because when we were waiting outside the English classroom she asked me something.

"You're not going to mess about this lesson are you?" She asked hopefully.

"Probably. Why?" I replied.

"Can you try not to. You did promise Hayley that you would try and start behaving." She pointed out.

"I guess so."

"Are you going to then?"

"It depends what the teacher's like."

We waited outside the class for another five minutes until the bell rang. Unexpectedly Adam came out of the classroom and told us to go inside. Adam couldn't be the new English teacher, he teaches maths. When I walked past him he looked at me in disgust and I smiled sarcastically back. I was relieved when he said that the new English teacher would be here soon. We hadn't sat down yet because he'd told us to stand up by the wall so he could tell us where to sit. It's stupid. He should've let us sit wherever we wanted to.

"Emma, you sit there." Adam said pointing to one of the seats at the back.

Emma did exactly as she was told and sat in the seat that Adam had pointed to. The whole class was quiet. It was freaky.

"James." He said pointing at one of the middle seats.

"Zoey." He continued pointing at the seat next to Emma.

"Jaimie, Connor." Adam pointed at the seats next to Zoey and Emma.

I was next but I had a strong feeling that he wouldn't put me next to my friends. A very strong feeling.

"Parker." He frowned.

"Adam." I winked at him.

"It's Mr.Evans to you." He growled.

"I know you have a bad name but you shouldn't hide it. Be proud." I said making the class laugh slightly. "And for the hundredth time I do have a first name you know. It's not like it's hard to say or anything."

Adam sighed. "I have a very popular name thank and it is a lot more sophisticated than your awful name. You seem to have forgotten that I am an adult and you are a child which means that you have to treat me with respect."

I tried not to laugh but I couldn't help it. My lips started curving and I eventually began laughing. A lot.

"Do you want me to take you out of this lesson before it has even started?" Adam was shouting slightly. "There." He snapped pointing to the chair that was next to his daughter, Bethany Evans.

"Ewww! Why?" I complained.

"You'll make sure he won't be stupid wont you darling." He smiled at his daughter.

"Of course daddy." Bethany smiled back.

I hate Bethany Evans. She's a decent looking girl, I'll give her that but she is what you'd call a first class slag. Adam thinks that Bethany is the best thing in the world. if he knew how much she fancied me he would be absolutely gutted. The second I sat down, Bethany's mouth automatically opened and a pointless load of noise came pouring out. Adam carried on with his seating plan.

"Jacob." He continued.

"Will." He pointed to the seat next to Jacob.

Adam was being so unfair. He was letting everyone sit by their friends except for me. I had to sit by his slag of a daughter. He probably thought that I fancied Bethany so I would do whatever she said. He clearly had no idea. Adam thinks that everyone fancies his daughter, that's how great he thinks she is. Once he even went up to Jaimie and told him to ask Bethany out because she needs a good, sensible boyfriend and he didn't want her ending up with someone like me. He said to Jaimie that he knew he fancied her and that every boy did. Every boy except for me. Jaimie said he didn't want to ask her out so I offered as a joke and he looked far from impressed. A few minutes after Adam had seated every one our new English teacher walked in.

"This is Mr.Davies." Adam introduced the teacher before heading for the door and turning to face me. "Oh and by the way Parker you've got detention with me for the rest of the week, starting this lunchtime." Adam then left the room.

"I bet he's fun at parties." Mr.Davies joked in a welsh accent before winking at me.

Mr.Davies looked about twenty five maybe slightly older, a lot younger than Adam anyway. His voice was so smooth you couldn't help but relax completely after hearing it. His hair was the colour of shiny copper and it was styled so fashionably that it made Adams awful hair look even worse than it already did. But that wasn't the first thing that I noticed about Mr.Davies. It wasn't his strangely familiar smile either or the attractive brown freckles that were dotted all around his perfectly straight nose. Neither was it the strangely fashionable shirt and tie that he was wearing, the kind of things you wouldn't expect a comprehensive school teacher to wear. You could tell he was a happy man by simply looking at him. He looked so comfortable, so confident but this wasn't the first thing I noticed about him either. The first thing I noticed about him were his eyes. They were a deep almost magical looking blue. The shape of them were perfect and they were shining. I'm not sure whether it was the light or not but they were shining, that I did know. But I didn't feel amazed by them or think that they were beautiful. I was shocked, surprised. Mr.Davies's eyes were exactly the same as mine.