Tomboy [Completed]

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

By Thursday, everything was like I always went to HSSGC. With one problem... By Wednesday, I had so much homework, I forgot to turn on my alarm clock before going to sleep. I was too distracted. Most of the homeworks were due in the next day. English, Italian, Geography, Maths and History. If I didn't want a place in the bad books of each of the teachers, I had to do them. And for tomorrow. And I couldn't get kicked out of school. Not again... Not when I promised Swift I'd try harder.

So, I did every single homework, got ready to bed, and everything seemed to go fine, until Thursday morning.

I woke up when Swift shook me awake. I looked to my alarm and couldn't help crying out a string of 4 letter words. I forgot to turn it on, so now, I was going to be late if I ate breakfast, put a hat on or had to pack my bag. So, as quickly as I could, I jumped out of bed and walked to my wardrobe. I got out some trousers, a top and a hoodie and threw them on as Swift quickly ran downstairs to get my skateboard ready. When I was done, I twisted my hair so I could put my hat on, and as quickly as possible, I brushed my teeth as Swift barged in through the door to put my books in my bag. We finished what we were doing at exactly the same time and as he ran downstairs with my bag. I followed after him and when I got there, I grabbed my shoes and put them on. He ran out of the door with his keys, before he missed the bus and left me to get ready by myself. Somehow, my

hair seemed to stay on the top of my head and under the hat, by some miracle.

When I laced up my shoelaces (I really need to buy something with velcro...), I grabbed my keys, my bag and my skateboard and rushed out of the door. I locked it and as soon as I put the keys in my pocket, I slammed my skateboard down and rushed down the hill as fast as I could. I didn't care how dangerous it was or how many people were going to hate me, if I didn't get to the chemistry lab in time, I had guaranteed myself, my first late mark. Even I couldn't get myself out of this one. The school bus was leaving when I got to the school and I had to run to the other side of the building.

There were teachers in the corridoors, so I couldn't stay on my skateboard, unless I wanted a detention... The teachers stuck to the closest departments to the offices, so if I walked through the

music, Maths and History departments, I'd be in the clear.

Sadly, that job was made harder by the fact that the moment I stepped through the doors, the bell that ended form rang. I missed form, again... I haven't done that since Monday... In the crowd, I managed to get myself to my form room's door, that Miss Smith just closed. I bumped into her and she looked at me with an unearned kind smile. I felt so much worse...

"Ah, Sam." she said.

"Miss Smith, I'm so sorry, I..." I started but she cut me off.

"It's fine, Swift explained everything. Don't worry, I'll ignore the late mark today." she smiled.

"Define everything." I said, already suspicious.

"That you had some trouble this morning. Both of you. Just before I was going to say your name, he walked in and told me that you were on your way. Something about you helping your dad. Apparently he had a bit of an accident. That's all he said." she said thoughtfully. I chewed my bottom lip.

"Truth is Miss, Chris couldn't do his tie, and then he slipped and I also woke later than usual, so I missed the bus and had to get my skateboard... It takes about the same time, if I'm lucky, but I wasn't today... I'm so sorry." I blurted out the first thing on my mind as she nodded. She said she understood and then let me go to my lesson. Sadly, I didn't make it before the second bell.

I burst through the door, just as I was able to stop before it, about 5 seconds late.

"Thank you for joining us Fletcher. I'm afraid if you would have got here" he looked at the clock "about 5 to 10 seconds earlier, I wouldn't have to write in your late mark." I stood there, with my bag weighing about one kilogram on one shoulder, and my skateboard in my hand. I was obviously in a hurry; my hoodie lifted up on one side and showed the back of my T-Shirt and one leg of my trousers was rolled up, while the other one was down. That's without mentioning my loss of breath and the redness of my face. I ran about a mile and there I was, standing in the door of double chemistry with Dr Morgan.