Emma walked into her Science room, wishing that the jour would go fast. But she still had four lessons to go. Science, Maths, Triple Science, and English. Triple Science was like normal Science, but toi got 3 qualifications for it if toi passed the course. As she sat down in her seat, she watched the other kids piling in. Most of the class was extremely bad behaved, and didn't learn much, even though the teacher tried to teach them. But they just wouldn't listen. Emma felt sorry for him, he was a new teacher, and he was stuck with this class. Her mate Zarah came in, and Emma smiled brightly at her. Zarah was really shy, but sweet too.
"Hi Emma." She greeted, sitting down suivant to her, and getting a pen out.
"Hey Zarah, I found out the awesomest thing today." Emma blurted out, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Ooh what?" Zarah asked looking interested. Emma lowered her voice, and told her about the camping trip, and who she'd be sharing a tent with. "That's great, I bet you're excited." Zarah remarked.
"Definatley." Emma replied, grinning happily. She was a little nervous as well, but she was too ecstatic at the minute for that. She tapped her foot instinctively, as if tapping her foot would turn time forward. Their teacher started to talk to them about the lesson, trying to be heard over the noise of the kids at the back. Emma eyes rolled back in her head, and she turned around in annoyance. She thought about something Rico gave her before school, and she silently tossed a grenade shaped object towards the kids. It was something that Kowalski invented which she though was absolute genius. Emma pulled a little device out of her bag, which had the names of everyone in the class on. She clicked on the names of everyone who misbehaved and she pressed a button, setting the grenade like object off. Smoke filled the air, and the room went silent. As the smoke cleared, Emma saw the bad behaved kids open their mouths to talk but no noise came out. Emma grinned mischievously, when their expressions turned panicky.
"What was that?" Zarah whispered.
"A little something Kowalski invented, toi press the names on the key pad, and throw the grenade, and the people who you've selected won't be able to talk for two hours." Emma explained, giggling a little. The teacher looked surprised, but he soon saw the advantage, and continued with the lesson. The kids were now forced to listen, and they didn't look the slightest bit pleased. Kowalski, who was also in the class, caught Emma's eye and grinned. Rico and Private were also in the class, and Private watched in shock, whilst Rico smiled deviously. The lesson went quite quick after that, and then it was break time. Emma walked with her Friends down to the usual corridor they all stood in. Ryan, Liam, and their Friends were already in the corridor, and so was Sam, Zoe, and Brooke. Emma rushed up to Zoe, pulled her away from the others, and told her what she told Zarah.
"Seriously?" Zoe asked. "You're so lucky, I wish I could share a tent with a certain someone." She added in a whisper, her ruby coloured eyes falling on Liam.
"Yup, and I really can't wait now." Emma replied, jumping a little on the spot. Sam and Brooke came over, followed par Ashley and Kowalski.
Why are toi jumping on the spot lass?" Ashley asked, watching her curiously.
"Oh, I'm just feeling hyper." Emma lied, smiling at the shorter penguin. Ashley nodded and smiled back.
He's so gullible. She thought, trying not to grin. All of the penguins chatted for a bit, before the cloche, bell for Maths went. She walked up with Liam, and Ryan again, her stomach filling with papillons as she did. The entered the class, and Emma sat down, her eyes on Ryan, who was asking to borrow a pen from her mate, Sarah.
"I haven't got another." Sarah told him, not looking up from her book.
"Great." Ryan sighed. He turned around to face Emma's table.
"Hey, Em have toi got a pen?" He asked hopefully.
"Yup." Emma replied instantly, getting a spare pen out of her pencil case, and throwing it across the small l’espace between their tables.
"Thanks." He said, smiling, as he began to write down the title. Emma smiled to herself, and started to work on the questions in the textbook in front of her. Though she was focused on her work, her mind was in its own little world. She was making little fantasies in her head about what would happen when they were camping, and she grinned to herself. The lessons started going very fast, and it was lunchtime before she knew it. Emma sat suivant to Brooke on their normal bench in the corner of the little area. The usual people came out, and Emma and Brooke started thinking of a few nicknames for them, just to mess around. Matt got hippie, because of his long hair that fell into his eyes, a friend of Matt's got Crazy, since he was extremely nuts, and Brooke gave Ryan the nickname Tree. The names weren't meant to be be mean, but it was so they could talk about them without them realising, and a few of them could be quite mean sometimes anyway. They spent the whole lunch, eating and deciding on nicknames. Emma always sat on the table, tableau bit of the bench whilst everyone else actually sat on the seats on the bench. As they were talking about some names, Ryan was talking with his brother, on the bench too. Emma and Brooke were sitting with their backs to them, when Emma felt a flipper around her right flipper. A happy little chill went down her spine, and she turned around shyly. Ryan was still talking with Jake, but he caught Emma's eye and smiled at her, moving his flipper away. Emma blushed and tuned back to Brooke who hadn't noticed a thing. The cloche, bell went and they all headed up to English. Emma chatted with Liam as they went, and ended up poking eachother as they walked into English. Their teacher, Miss Lloyd was sitting on her computer, a song playing from the speakers. She smiled brightly at the kids piling into the class. Miss Lloyd was a bit like their Maths teacher, quite laid back, and very awesome but she was a tiny bit stricter. As they began finishing off the questions about Romeo and Juliet, Emma stared at the question on the board.
Identify the different types of conflict in Act 3 Scene 5. She read, before picking up her pen and starting her answer. She noticed a mark on her book, in black pen and she looked over suspiciously at Salma who was grinning cheekily. Emma made a mark on Salma's work in blue pen. Salma made another mark, on her Romeo and Juliet booklet this time. Emma just smiled and turned the mark into a little face. They did this to eachother's work for most of the lesson, but still managed to finish the questions. As the cloche, bell rung yet again, for the end of the day, Emma put her pencil case in her bag and headed for the door.
"Goodbye my cherubs." Miss Lloyd called to them all and Emma tried not to giggle. Her class was Miss Lloyd's favourite class, and she always gave then funny names. Emma didn't feel in a talking mood right now, so when she met up with the others, she put her headphones in and let her mind wander. She was unbelievably excited about tomorrow, though she wasn't looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to getting to school at 8am, it meant that she would have to get up earlier. As they reached the house, the precious hours after school flew by, and it was already dark par 7pm. Emma went lit about half and heure earlier than usual, so she was in lit par half 10. Part of her felt too excited to sleep but she needed the sleep if she was getting up earlier.
This is going to be the best trip ever. She thought, moments before she fell asleep.
"Hi Emma." She greeted, sitting down suivant to her, and getting a pen out.
"Hey Zarah, I found out the awesomest thing today." Emma blurted out, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Ooh what?" Zarah asked looking interested. Emma lowered her voice, and told her about the camping trip, and who she'd be sharing a tent with. "That's great, I bet you're excited." Zarah remarked.
"Definatley." Emma replied, grinning happily. She was a little nervous as well, but she was too ecstatic at the minute for that. She tapped her foot instinctively, as if tapping her foot would turn time forward. Their teacher started to talk to them about the lesson, trying to be heard over the noise of the kids at the back. Emma eyes rolled back in her head, and she turned around in annoyance. She thought about something Rico gave her before school, and she silently tossed a grenade shaped object towards the kids. It was something that Kowalski invented which she though was absolute genius. Emma pulled a little device out of her bag, which had the names of everyone in the class on. She clicked on the names of everyone who misbehaved and she pressed a button, setting the grenade like object off. Smoke filled the air, and the room went silent. As the smoke cleared, Emma saw the bad behaved kids open their mouths to talk but no noise came out. Emma grinned mischievously, when their expressions turned panicky.
"What was that?" Zarah whispered.
"A little something Kowalski invented, toi press the names on the key pad, and throw the grenade, and the people who you've selected won't be able to talk for two hours." Emma explained, giggling a little. The teacher looked surprised, but he soon saw the advantage, and continued with the lesson. The kids were now forced to listen, and they didn't look the slightest bit pleased. Kowalski, who was also in the class, caught Emma's eye and grinned. Rico and Private were also in the class, and Private watched in shock, whilst Rico smiled deviously. The lesson went quite quick after that, and then it was break time. Emma walked with her Friends down to the usual corridor they all stood in. Ryan, Liam, and their Friends were already in the corridor, and so was Sam, Zoe, and Brooke. Emma rushed up to Zoe, pulled her away from the others, and told her what she told Zarah.
"Seriously?" Zoe asked. "You're so lucky, I wish I could share a tent with a certain someone." She added in a whisper, her ruby coloured eyes falling on Liam.
"Yup, and I really can't wait now." Emma replied, jumping a little on the spot. Sam and Brooke came over, followed par Ashley and Kowalski.
Why are toi jumping on the spot lass?" Ashley asked, watching her curiously.
"Oh, I'm just feeling hyper." Emma lied, smiling at the shorter penguin. Ashley nodded and smiled back.
He's so gullible. She thought, trying not to grin. All of the penguins chatted for a bit, before the cloche, bell for Maths went. She walked up with Liam, and Ryan again, her stomach filling with papillons as she did. The entered the class, and Emma sat down, her eyes on Ryan, who was asking to borrow a pen from her mate, Sarah.
"I haven't got another." Sarah told him, not looking up from her book.
"Great." Ryan sighed. He turned around to face Emma's table.
"Hey, Em have toi got a pen?" He asked hopefully.
"Yup." Emma replied instantly, getting a spare pen out of her pencil case, and throwing it across the small l’espace between their tables.
"Thanks." He said, smiling, as he began to write down the title. Emma smiled to herself, and started to work on the questions in the textbook in front of her. Though she was focused on her work, her mind was in its own little world. She was making little fantasies in her head about what would happen when they were camping, and she grinned to herself. The lessons started going very fast, and it was lunchtime before she knew it. Emma sat suivant to Brooke on their normal bench in the corner of the little area. The usual people came out, and Emma and Brooke started thinking of a few nicknames for them, just to mess around. Matt got hippie, because of his long hair that fell into his eyes, a friend of Matt's got Crazy, since he was extremely nuts, and Brooke gave Ryan the nickname Tree. The names weren't meant to be be mean, but it was so they could talk about them without them realising, and a few of them could be quite mean sometimes anyway. They spent the whole lunch, eating and deciding on nicknames. Emma always sat on the table, tableau bit of the bench whilst everyone else actually sat on the seats on the bench. As they were talking about some names, Ryan was talking with his brother, on the bench too. Emma and Brooke were sitting with their backs to them, when Emma felt a flipper around her right flipper. A happy little chill went down her spine, and she turned around shyly. Ryan was still talking with Jake, but he caught Emma's eye and smiled at her, moving his flipper away. Emma blushed and tuned back to Brooke who hadn't noticed a thing. The cloche, bell went and they all headed up to English. Emma chatted with Liam as they went, and ended up poking eachother as they walked into English. Their teacher, Miss Lloyd was sitting on her computer, a song playing from the speakers. She smiled brightly at the kids piling into the class. Miss Lloyd was a bit like their Maths teacher, quite laid back, and very awesome but she was a tiny bit stricter. As they began finishing off the questions about Romeo and Juliet, Emma stared at the question on the board.
Identify the different types of conflict in Act 3 Scene 5. She read, before picking up her pen and starting her answer. She noticed a mark on her book, in black pen and she looked over suspiciously at Salma who was grinning cheekily. Emma made a mark on Salma's work in blue pen. Salma made another mark, on her Romeo and Juliet booklet this time. Emma just smiled and turned the mark into a little face. They did this to eachother's work for most of the lesson, but still managed to finish the questions. As the cloche, bell rung yet again, for the end of the day, Emma put her pencil case in her bag and headed for the door.
"Goodbye my cherubs." Miss Lloyd called to them all and Emma tried not to giggle. Her class was Miss Lloyd's favourite class, and she always gave then funny names. Emma didn't feel in a talking mood right now, so when she met up with the others, she put her headphones in and let her mind wander. She was unbelievably excited about tomorrow, though she wasn't looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to getting to school at 8am, it meant that she would have to get up earlier. As they reached the house, the precious hours after school flew by, and it was already dark par 7pm. Emma went lit about half and heure earlier than usual, so she was in lit par half 10. Part of her felt too excited to sleep but she needed the sleep if she was getting up earlier.
This is going to be the best trip ever. She thought, moments before she fell asleep.