Suddenly, John heard his mum hiss wake up you’ll be late for school. No, no, no, anything but school he had dreaded this day as he moped out of his sticky bouncy bed.I remember when I really didn’t want to go to school. As he walked out of his oak door he approached the yellow half broken school as he dreaded the day ahead he kept his head down and stepped onto the rusty steps of the bus. When he made his way to the school he now knew he was in hell.
Could he stand another year?