Her Maths lesson went quickly, as always. She guessed it was because she had the best teacher in the whole school as her Maths teacher. For some reason, they didn't actually do too much work in Maths, but the whole class learnt so much. Emma sat at the back with her mate Salma. Salma was really smart, and was always doing extra work, which Emma understood, but was too lazy to do herself. She glanced around the room. In Maths, Private, Rico, Skipper and Kowalski were all in this class, and on her table, which was awesome. Emma tapped her pencil on the desk, and looked at the board. Their teacher, Mr Hague was writing a few sums on the board, whilst chatting to the people at the front. Emma was right at the back, near the door, but she could still hear what they were saying. She looked at Salma who was jotting down the answers, then turned to her own work. What she also liked about Maths, was that it was one of the few lessons where she was allowed to use a pencil to write, the others always told them to use a pen.
"Right, so we'll do a some work for about, hmm, 35 minutes?" Mr Hague suggested. "Then we can watch some videos on Youtube.
"Great plan sir." A kid called Coby, called out. Emma nodded in agreement, and opened the text book next to her, and turned to page 394. They had to do the questions in the book, before the ones on the board. She got through them in about 10 or so minutes, sneaking a peak at Ryan every now and again. He was on a table to her left, with her friends Sarah and Jemma. Emma's stomach felt all giddy and queasy, and she quickly turned around before he noticed. She then quickly finished the ones on the board, then looked at the clock. She still had about 20 minutes until they would start watching Youtube. She looked at Private, and Rico, who were staring thoughtfully at their books, and biting their pencils.
"Need any help you two?" She asked, leaning forward in her seat.
"No thanks Emma." Private answered, still staring at his book."
"Urm.. yup." Rico replied, leaning towards the middle of the table, so Emma could help. She had a quick look, at what he had wrote, and showed him how to work out some of the other answers. He looked at it, and his face cleared.
"Ohyahanks" (Oh yeah, thanks) Rico praised, filling in the rest of the answers with ease. Emma smiled at him, and closed her own book. She stared at the ceiling and saw Mr Hague walking up to her.
"Have you finished Emma?" He asked.
"Yup." Emma replied, leaning back on her chair a bit.
"Well if you have headphones, you can listen to music and do some more questions of you want." The tall teacher suggested. Emma nearly fell backwards on her chair in surprise. They were never allowed to listen to music in any lesson usually.
"Urm, ok.." She agreed uncertainly. She put her headphones in, and opened her book again. The lesson flew by, and before she knew it, the Youtube videos were on, and then shortly after that the bell went. The kids got out of their seats and opened the door, only to get greeted by a vile smell.
"Sweet mother MacArthur! What is that?" Skipper asked, covering his nostrils.
"Wasn'tme." Rico replied, making some of the kids behind them giggle. Emma gagged, and held her breath.
"What's happened?" Ryan asked, his flippers over his nostrils. One of Emma's best friends, Sam ran up to them.
"Someone set off a stink bomb!" She told them breathlessly. Emma could tell that Sam was also holding her breath.
"Ugh, it smells like rotten eggs!" Private complained. All of the kids piled into the corridor, and Emma soon realised that nearly the whole school smelled. Ashley ran up to them, looking a little sick.
"Can we go outside?" He asked, staring towards the doors downstairs. Emma nodded in agreement, and she, Rico, Ashley, Kowalski, Skipper, Private, and Sam pretty much zoomed down the stairs, and burst through the door, fresh air filling their lungs. Emma noticed lots of other kids rushing outside. Emma spied her two other mates, Zoe, and Brooke running up to them. Zoe was small, and had black feathers, and spiky red hair, whilst Brooke was tall ,and had long brown hair. Emma and Zoe hadn't hung around much recently, because Zoe was too busy with one of her other friends which annoyed Emma a bit, but Brooke hung around with her everyday.
"I've heard that it was some Year 9's who set it off." Zoe told them, looking up at the taller penguins.
"I wouldn't be surprised." Sam remarked. Emma's attention wandered, when she saw Ryan with his group of friends. Emma got on very well with them all, especially, Ryan's best friend Liam. Liam was Emma's longest friend, and showed her around the school they were at first 6 years ago. They used to be best friends, but they had grown apart a little. But they were still really close mates. Emma strolled over to them with her mates, and Liam smiled at her.
"Hey Emma." He greeted, offering her a sweet. She accepted, and and started talking with him about their next lesson. Liam was a little taller than her, and had jet black, spiky hair feathers, and some of them fell in his face. He had light brown eyes, and was a great friend. Ryan came up to them and smiled at both of them.
"Hey Ryan." Emma managed, trying to to blush again.
"Hey Emma, hey Liam." He replied, smiling brightly at them. He was about to say something when one of his friends, Matt, threw a pencil at him. Ryan threw it back, and the two penguins began to play fight, something Ryan did a lot of the time,. He always seemed, so hyper, cheerful and full of energy, which made Emma smile. She watched the two penguins messing around, and Zoe followed her gaze.
"Staring again, Em?" She asked quietly, her voice teasing.
"Hehee well, yes." Emma admitted, in a barely audible whisper. She took her bag off her back, and took out a chocolate bar.
"Ooh, do you have another?" Sam asked hopefully. Emma shook her head, and Sam's face fell. Emma stared into the sky. The sun was shining brightly, and the weather still felt like summer. It was only September after all. Emma climbed the stairs outside, to get to the massive grass area, and she sat down on the grass, looking up at the clouds. Kowalski, Ashley, and Brooke followed her.
"Whatcha doing?" Ashley asked, looking up at the sky with interest.
"Just cloud gazing." Emma replied. She turned her head towards the school, as she heard the bell ring for the third lesson. Liam ran up to her, followed by Ryan, Sam, Matt and Skipper.
"French next right?" He asked.
"Yup." Emma confirmed. Their French lesson was on the top floor, and they hoped it didn't smell bad in there. The penguins held their breaths, and ran up the stairs. Emma let her guard down for a second, and nearly threw up at the smell. They eventually made it to the class, and they were grateful that it didn't stink. Emma went to her usual, L-shaped table at the back. She sat with Sam, Matt and Ryan, which was the only reason she found this lesson bearable. She sat down next to Sam, and Ryan and Matt, sat on the L-shaped bit. Emma looked up at the teacher, and she frowned. She absolutely hated her French teacher, because she was mean and evil, and she treated the whole class like brats.
"Now we're doing a French test today." The teacher told them. Sam looked at Emma in shock, as if to say, 'Did you remember?' Emma nodded in response, and Sam looked worried.
"Emma can I borrow a pen?" Ryan whispered, leaning closer to Emma, hoping the teacher wouldn't hear him.
"Sure." Emma whispered back, handing him a pen from her pencil case.
"Thanks." He replied, smiling at her. Emma smiled back shyly. The teacher explained that she would read out the French word, and they would have to write the English. The words they were doing were the ones they had to learn over the week, which Emma did, because if you got less than half of the words right, you got a detention. She had never had a detention and she wasn't ever planning to have one. The teacher said the first French word, and Emma wrote it down. She noticed Sam looking at her book in panic. Emma angled her book, so Sam could see the answer. Sam wasn't good at reading Emma's handwriting but she just about understood what Emma had wrote. 22 words later, the teacher put the answers up, and told them to mark eachother's books. Although Emma showed Sam her answers, Sam had only wrote down 12 of them. Emma marked them, and she had 9 out of 22. Sam gave Emma's book back, and Emma smiled at it. She got 22 out of 22. She felt pretty smug, and turned to Matt and Ryan.
"What did you two get?" She asked.
"11." Ryan replied, looking a bit disappointed.
"1" Matt, said sheepishly. He started laughing at himself, and Emma tried not to giggle. She knew that Matt really couldn't care when it came to French, and he seemed more amused than upset.
"Now, I'll go down the register, and you tell me what you all got." The teacher instructed, pushing her brown hair back. "Ryan." She called out.
"11." He told her uncertainly.
"Good enough." She replied putting the mark down. Ryan looked relieved, and the teacher went down the register, getting the marks from everyone. Nearly everyone had about 6 or 7, and some even had 2. Emma soon realised that only she, Kowalski and Liam had full marks. (Though Skipper had 17) Someone else said that they had 11, and the teacher looked angry.
"Not good enough." She told them. Emma and Ryan exchanged confused looks, and Ryan felt worried again.
"But she said 11 was good enough." He remarked.
"I know right?" Emma agreed, staring at the teacher in surprise.
"Now I am definatley not pleased with you all!" The teacher yelled, standing up, next to the board. "Infact, we're going to have a new seating plan, maybe you'll get your work done then." She decided. Emma stopped dead, and a wave of shock washed over her.
"Right, so we'll do a some work for about, hmm, 35 minutes?" Mr Hague suggested. "Then we can watch some videos on Youtube.
"Great plan sir." A kid called Coby, called out. Emma nodded in agreement, and opened the text book next to her, and turned to page 394. They had to do the questions in the book, before the ones on the board. She got through them in about 10 or so minutes, sneaking a peak at Ryan every now and again. He was on a table to her left, with her friends Sarah and Jemma. Emma's stomach felt all giddy and queasy, and she quickly turned around before he noticed. She then quickly finished the ones on the board, then looked at the clock. She still had about 20 minutes until they would start watching Youtube. She looked at Private, and Rico, who were staring thoughtfully at their books, and biting their pencils.
"Need any help you two?" She asked, leaning forward in her seat.
"No thanks Emma." Private answered, still staring at his book."
"Urm.. yup." Rico replied, leaning towards the middle of the table, so Emma could help. She had a quick look, at what he had wrote, and showed him how to work out some of the other answers. He looked at it, and his face cleared.
"Ohyahanks" (Oh yeah, thanks) Rico praised, filling in the rest of the answers with ease. Emma smiled at him, and closed her own book. She stared at the ceiling and saw Mr Hague walking up to her.
"Have you finished Emma?" He asked.
"Yup." Emma replied, leaning back on her chair a bit.
"Well if you have headphones, you can listen to music and do some more questions of you want." The tall teacher suggested. Emma nearly fell backwards on her chair in surprise. They were never allowed to listen to music in any lesson usually.
"Urm, ok.." She agreed uncertainly. She put her headphones in, and opened her book again. The lesson flew by, and before she knew it, the Youtube videos were on, and then shortly after that the bell went. The kids got out of their seats and opened the door, only to get greeted by a vile smell.
"Sweet mother MacArthur! What is that?" Skipper asked, covering his nostrils.
"Wasn'tme." Rico replied, making some of the kids behind them giggle. Emma gagged, and held her breath.
"What's happened?" Ryan asked, his flippers over his nostrils. One of Emma's best friends, Sam ran up to them.
"Someone set off a stink bomb!" She told them breathlessly. Emma could tell that Sam was also holding her breath.
"Ugh, it smells like rotten eggs!" Private complained. All of the kids piled into the corridor, and Emma soon realised that nearly the whole school smelled. Ashley ran up to them, looking a little sick.
"Can we go outside?" He asked, staring towards the doors downstairs. Emma nodded in agreement, and she, Rico, Ashley, Kowalski, Skipper, Private, and Sam pretty much zoomed down the stairs, and burst through the door, fresh air filling their lungs. Emma noticed lots of other kids rushing outside. Emma spied her two other mates, Zoe, and Brooke running up to them. Zoe was small, and had black feathers, and spiky red hair, whilst Brooke was tall ,and had long brown hair. Emma and Zoe hadn't hung around much recently, because Zoe was too busy with one of her other friends which annoyed Emma a bit, but Brooke hung around with her everyday.
"I've heard that it was some Year 9's who set it off." Zoe told them, looking up at the taller penguins.
"I wouldn't be surprised." Sam remarked. Emma's attention wandered, when she saw Ryan with his group of friends. Emma got on very well with them all, especially, Ryan's best friend Liam. Liam was Emma's longest friend, and showed her around the school they were at first 6 years ago. They used to be best friends, but they had grown apart a little. But they were still really close mates. Emma strolled over to them with her mates, and Liam smiled at her.
"Hey Emma." He greeted, offering her a sweet. She accepted, and and started talking with him about their next lesson. Liam was a little taller than her, and had jet black, spiky hair feathers, and some of them fell in his face. He had light brown eyes, and was a great friend. Ryan came up to them and smiled at both of them.
"Hey Ryan." Emma managed, trying to to blush again.
"Hey Emma, hey Liam." He replied, smiling brightly at them. He was about to say something when one of his friends, Matt, threw a pencil at him. Ryan threw it back, and the two penguins began to play fight, something Ryan did a lot of the time,. He always seemed, so hyper, cheerful and full of energy, which made Emma smile. She watched the two penguins messing around, and Zoe followed her gaze.
"Staring again, Em?" She asked quietly, her voice teasing.
"Hehee well, yes." Emma admitted, in a barely audible whisper. She took her bag off her back, and took out a chocolate bar.
"Ooh, do you have another?" Sam asked hopefully. Emma shook her head, and Sam's face fell. Emma stared into the sky. The sun was shining brightly, and the weather still felt like summer. It was only September after all. Emma climbed the stairs outside, to get to the massive grass area, and she sat down on the grass, looking up at the clouds. Kowalski, Ashley, and Brooke followed her.
"Whatcha doing?" Ashley asked, looking up at the sky with interest.
"Just cloud gazing." Emma replied. She turned her head towards the school, as she heard the bell ring for the third lesson. Liam ran up to her, followed by Ryan, Sam, Matt and Skipper.
"French next right?" He asked.
"Yup." Emma confirmed. Their French lesson was on the top floor, and they hoped it didn't smell bad in there. The penguins held their breaths, and ran up the stairs. Emma let her guard down for a second, and nearly threw up at the smell. They eventually made it to the class, and they were grateful that it didn't stink. Emma went to her usual, L-shaped table at the back. She sat with Sam, Matt and Ryan, which was the only reason she found this lesson bearable. She sat down next to Sam, and Ryan and Matt, sat on the L-shaped bit. Emma looked up at the teacher, and she frowned. She absolutely hated her French teacher, because she was mean and evil, and she treated the whole class like brats.
"Now we're doing a French test today." The teacher told them. Sam looked at Emma in shock, as if to say, 'Did you remember?' Emma nodded in response, and Sam looked worried.
"Emma can I borrow a pen?" Ryan whispered, leaning closer to Emma, hoping the teacher wouldn't hear him.
"Sure." Emma whispered back, handing him a pen from her pencil case.
"Thanks." He replied, smiling at her. Emma smiled back shyly. The teacher explained that she would read out the French word, and they would have to write the English. The words they were doing were the ones they had to learn over the week, which Emma did, because if you got less than half of the words right, you got a detention. She had never had a detention and she wasn't ever planning to have one. The teacher said the first French word, and Emma wrote it down. She noticed Sam looking at her book in panic. Emma angled her book, so Sam could see the answer. Sam wasn't good at reading Emma's handwriting but she just about understood what Emma had wrote. 22 words later, the teacher put the answers up, and told them to mark eachother's books. Although Emma showed Sam her answers, Sam had only wrote down 12 of them. Emma marked them, and she had 9 out of 22. Sam gave Emma's book back, and Emma smiled at it. She got 22 out of 22. She felt pretty smug, and turned to Matt and Ryan.
"What did you two get?" She asked.
"11." Ryan replied, looking a bit disappointed.
"1" Matt, said sheepishly. He started laughing at himself, and Emma tried not to giggle. She knew that Matt really couldn't care when it came to French, and he seemed more amused than upset.
"Now, I'll go down the register, and you tell me what you all got." The teacher instructed, pushing her brown hair back. "Ryan." She called out.
"11." He told her uncertainly.
"Good enough." She replied putting the mark down. Ryan looked relieved, and the teacher went down the register, getting the marks from everyone. Nearly everyone had about 6 or 7, and some even had 2. Emma soon realised that only she, Kowalski and Liam had full marks. (Though Skipper had 17) Someone else said that they had 11, and the teacher looked angry.
"Not good enough." She told them. Emma and Ryan exchanged confused looks, and Ryan felt worried again.
"But she said 11 was good enough." He remarked.
"I know right?" Emma agreed, staring at the teacher in surprise.
"Now I am definatley not pleased with you all!" The teacher yelled, standing up, next to the board. "Infact, we're going to have a new seating plan, maybe you'll get your work done then." She decided. Emma stopped dead, and a wave of shock washed over her.
