Driiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.... Crap. It’s a Tuesday morning. Cold, grey, and the fire drill’s gone off again. “Leave the classroom quickly and quietly” the teacher drones. So we leave the classroom slowly and noisily, not particularly wanting to spend the next fifteen minutes in the dreary English weather.
“Settle down year 11”. Some people shut up. Most don’t. The sound of chuckling dinner ladies is audible; the bell still droning on.
“Who started it?” people whisper. Noone started it. The teachers just like to watch us shivering on the muddy field.