9am
It’s Tuesday and I forgot we do P.E. on
Tuesday, which means I forgot got my kit, which means I have to get kit from
the Tramp Box. I hate P.E! I was lucky
last year and broke my collarbone, so I got out of it for a few months.
The Tramp Box is in the school
receptionist's office. I stare at the magic eye picture on the wall in the
corridor, while I wait for her to answer the door. It’s a shark. It’s always a
shark.
Mrs Minty, the receptionist, asks if I need
a hand picking some P.E. kit, but I tell her I don’t, because I like picking my
own clothes now. I pick a lime green Hi Tech T-shirt and some Adidas poppers.
The Adidas poppers are pretty tight and come up to my shins, but at least
they’re cooler than the baggy brown joggers that I had to wear last week. I can’t
find any trainers in my size, so I just keep my school shoes on.
9.20 am
When I get back Kevin, the new boy in my
class, coughs and says,' tramp', at the same time. He’s been trying to show off
by being nasty to me ever since he started. Nanny Pam say’s he’s just jealous.
I asked her what he would be jealous of, and she said my personality. I think
she was just saying that to make me feel better though, nobody is jealous of a
personality.
9.30 am
We’re playing rounders and our teacher has split
us into teams. Kevin ‘s been made captain of my team and he decides who gets to
bat first by making us all put our feet in a circle. Then he goes round hitting
our feet and saying ‘ip dip dog shit, fucking bastard you are not it.’
Kevin cheats and skips everyone’s feet, so I’m
out first. I don’t care that I won’t get to bat for ages, I like sitting on the
bench and thinking about things, while everyone else runs around like idiots.
9.45am
It’s finally my turn to bat. I walk up to the
spot you have to stand in, and wait for the bowler to get his hands out of his
pants and throw the ball to me.
I miss three times and I’m out.
When I walk back to the bench Kevin asks
me, ' What the fuck did you do that for?’ I tell him to bog off. When I go to
sit back on the bench he shoves me with his shoulder. I hold the bat up in the
air and think about whether or not to smash it in his stupid face, but then the
teacher blows her whistle at us. I chuck the bat near Kevin’s feet. He screams
and calls me 'a psycho'. Even though it didn’t even hit him.
11am
It’s break time, but me and Kevin have to
stay in and write a letter to each other. The teacher said that we have to say
sorry in the letter and write something nice about each other.
I write:
Dear
Mr. Kevin Fitzpatrick,
I’m very sorry for dropping the bat near to
your body (I’m happy it didn’t actually hit you. I would never have been able
to forgive myself if it actually hit you) after you called me a tramp, swore
and took the mickey out of me.
I like your pencil case, because it’s
Jurassic Park and that’s my favorite film at the moment.
Yours sincerely,
Miss. Holly Patricia Watson
11.20am
At the end of break we swap letters,
Kevin’s says:
To Holy Sorry yor hare is nice.
From Kev
3.30pm
Nanny Pam picks me up from school. In the
car, I tell her about my crap day and show her the letter.
Nanny Pam says she thinks Kevin fancies me
and says, 'Sometimes when men behave like arseholes, it means they love you.
Just look at your Grandad. He was a miserable arse to me every single day of
our marriage, but I knew deep down he loved me and still does.’
I think about whether I could force myself
to fancy Kevin back. I’ve never had a boyfriend and I’m eleven now. Nanny Pam
told me the other day about her friend Big Maureen that’s been left on the
shelf. I imagine myself sat next to Big Maureen on a shelf in Nanny Pam’s
living room. I think I'd rather be sat there for the rest of my life than go out with Kevin!
