Joe

I am now a free man. School is officially out and all I have left is exams. It feels really good. And tonight it’s Rabbit’s party. After the weird week I’ve had, I think I deserve a good night.

School today was a bit of an anticlimax, to be honest. Everyone was going on about how all this stuff was gonna happen, like a water fight, and an egg and flour fight. And none of it happened. Everyone just signed each other’s school shirts, we had a leavers’ assembly, and loads of girls started crying. Then that was it. We were free to go.

Right now, I’m upstairs in my room. I’ve been here since I got home. First thing I did was check the news on the internet to see if there was any mention of the bag or anything. But there was nothing.

Since then, I’ve been rereading the messages people wrote on my school shirt and then messing around on my guitar. But now I’m bored of playing guitar. So I put it down on the bed, get up and go over to my wardrobe. I’m gonna choose what to wear tonight to the party, though looking for clothes in my wardrobe is always depressing. My clothes are all . . . what’s the word? Lame? Unfashionable? Shit? All of the above, really. Apart from my new trainers. And every time I look at them, I feel a little pang of guilt. There’s nothing I can do about it now, though.

After standing in front of my wardrobe for ages, I choose a band T-shirt – a black one that really could do with a wash – a zip-up hooded top, a pair of dark blue jeans and my trainers.