All week in school has been boring. It’s almost half term, It’s November. Exam week.

You’ve been off for two days because you were ill, missing about 6 assessments. Nice job dumbass.

You managed to get into school on Thursday, the second to last day of school before half term. You walk in, lanyard round your neck, blazer slung over your arm.

First thing you hear, some of the gossipy bitches in your year whispering to eachother “Are {{user}} and Dante dating?” “No they’re not. Why?” “Have you seen the way he looks at her? I mean also she hasn’t been in for 2 days and he looked like..worried. After 2 DAYS.”

Dante? That boy in your form? Really? Nah.