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“ Nooo ! Listen, you’ve got it all wrong, mates. We’re in year ten and we have been since the beginning of September. Year nine’s long gone!” Jaden and I tapped our soles on the ground, now drained of tolerance and respect for jokes.
“ Ridiculous, isn’t it?” I uttered underneath my breath to Jaden. “Barbaric,” he seconded.
“ Anyway chaps, listen, we’ve got class now so I suggest we hurry up. Oh and here, I have two spares.” Nicholas put his hand in his pocket and handed us two palm-sized, stitched, emerald green clovers, stating: Senior Year 10, Academic year 2014–2015: Cressile International School.
Although Jaden and I were still looking at our clovers with incredulity and still had not understood an ounce of what was taking place (even if we were trying to behave as normal as possible), I grabbed Nicholas’wrist before he could leave to his next lesson and he rolled his eyes.
“ I’m serious if you don’t break out of character of your joke, Aden, I will punch you.”
“ Nicholas,” I asked, panting for no apparent reason other than surprise.
“ I think there must have been a mistake? These are a year ahead,” I pointed to the crests he gave us.
“ No. No mistake. It’s 2014.” Jaden rubbed his eyes whilst shutting them with a long and irksome moan.
“2014. What? Do you think I was born yesterday?” I retorted. Jaden and I subconsciously scratched the backs of our heads.
“ Yeah, I know. Still takes me some time to get used to my exercises in English. You know how Mr Durell makes us number our exercises?” Nicholas asked.
“ Uh-huh,” Jaden subliminally agreed.
“ Yeah, I would think so. Except who the hell’s Mr Durell?” Jaden said, correcting what he had previously said. Nicholas sighed exasperatedly, running out of his previous newfound patience.
“ This is getting really annoying now. All right, Mr Durell is the new English teacher for upper secondary – for seniors. Look, guys, I’d love to stay and chat but we’ve got Physics in two minutes so I’ll tell you what, we can chat on the way,” he said dully.
“ Actually, we’ve got to go and see Miss Fanwall so you just go on ahead,” I responded, still clutching the clover in my hand. He ran down the corridor, about to catch up to his friends when Miss Fanwall (who seemed to be walking towards him as he ran) shot him a sharp glance.
“ No running in the corridor,” she scolded.
“ Yes, Miss,” he replied, intimidated and slowing down respectfully.
Physics? Mr Durell? Miss Strottman getting sacked? Had the world gone mad?!
Jaden and I look ed at each other again before quickly running off to the girls’ locker room, hammering our fists against the swinging doors.
“ Jade! Jade, come out – we have something to tell you,” we screamed.
“ What’s wrong, fleas?” she exhaled as soon as she opened the doors. I put the clover in front of her eyes and she rapidly read its text in her head.
“ But that’s impossible. It’s 2013. Now I know it must be a prank,” she said, trying hard to convince herself.
“ No, it isn’t,” Jaden immediately countered.
“ Look –” he continued, dragging Jade forward to the direction Miss Fanwall was walking. I quickly followed. We slowly approached Miss Fanwall: a middle-aged frizzed brunette woman with a glowing smile and eyes nearly always squinted due to her constant beam.
As soon as she caught sight of us , she opened her eyes and mouth in total relief, as if seeing us was the prize of the year. Frankly, I was lost here because she had seen us yesterday – therefore I didn’t understand the enormous grin that was spread across her face. Jade was her favourite student and being her two brothers, Jaden and I gained some leniency from her.
“ Jade, what are you doing here?” she asked, approaching my sister with her arms wide open and embracing her in a tight hug.
“ Ow… intruding comfort zone !” Jade mouthed to us
“ Nooo ! Listen, you’ve got it all wrong, mates. We’re in year ten and we have been since the beginning of September. Year nine’s long gone!” Jaden and I tapped our soles on the ground, now drained of tolerance and respect for jokes.
“ Ridiculous, isn’t it?” I uttered underneath my breath to Jaden. “Barbaric,” he seconded.
“ Anyway chaps, listen, we’ve got class now so I suggest we hurry up. Oh and here, I have two spares.” Nicholas put his hand in his pocket and handed us two palm-sized, stitched, emerald green clovers, stating: Senior Year 10, Academic year 2014–2015: Cressile International School.
Although Jaden and I were still looking at our clovers with incredulity and still had not understood an ounce of what was taking place (even if we were trying to behave as normal as possible), I grabbed Nicholas’wrist before he could leave to his next lesson and he rolled his eyes.
“ I’m serious if you don’t break out of character of your joke, Aden, I will punch you.”
“ Nicholas,” I asked, panting for no apparent reason other than surprise.
“ I think there must have been a mistake? These are a year ahead,” I pointed to the crests he gave us.
“ No. No mistake. It’s 2014.” Jaden rubbed his eyes whilst shutting them with a long and irksome moan.
“2014. What? Do you think I was born yesterday?” I retorted. Jaden and I subconsciously scratched the backs of our heads.
“ Yeah, I know. Still takes me some time to get used to my exercises in English. You know how Mr Durell makes us number our exercises?” Nicholas asked.
“ Uh-huh,” Jaden subliminally agreed.
“ Yeah, I would think so. Except who the hell’s Mr Durell?” Jaden said, correcting what he had previously said. Nicholas sighed exasperatedly, running out of his previous newfound patience.
“ This is getting really annoying now. All right, Mr Durell is the new English teacher for upper secondary – for seniors. Look, guys, I’d love to stay and chat but we’ve got Physics in two minutes so I’ll tell you what, we can chat on the way,” he said dully.
“ Actually, we’ve got to go and see Miss Fanwall so you just go on ahead,” I responded, still clutching the clover in my hand. He ran down the corridor, about to catch up to his friends when Miss Fanwall (who seemed to be walking towards him as he ran) shot him a sharp glance.
“ No running in the corridor,” she scolded.
“ Yes, Miss,” he replied, intimidated and slowing down respectfully.
Physics? Mr Durell? Miss Strottman getting sacked? Had the world gone mad?!
Jaden and I look ed at each other again before quickly running off to the girls’ locker room, hammering our fists against the swinging doors.
“ Jade! Jade, come out – we have something to tell you,” we screamed.
“ What’s wrong, fleas?” she exhaled as soon as she opened the doors. I put the clover in front of her eyes and she rapidly read its text in her head.
“ But that’s impossible. It’s 2013. Now I know it must be a prank,” she said, trying hard to convince herself.
“ No, it isn’t,” Jaden immediately countered.
“ Look –” he continued, dragging Jade forward to the direction Miss Fanwall was walking. I quickly followed. We slowly approached Miss Fanwall: a middle-aged frizzed brunette woman with a glowing smile and eyes nearly always squinted due to her constant beam.
As soon as she caught sight of us , she opened her eyes and mouth in total relief, as if seeing us was the prize of the year. Frankly, I was lost here because she had seen us yesterday – therefore I didn’t understand the enormous grin that was spread across her face. Jade was her favourite student and being her two brothers, Jaden and I gained some leniency from her.
“ Jade, what are you doing here?” she asked, approaching my sister with her arms wide open and embracing her in a tight hug.
“ Ow… intruding comfort zone !” Jade mouthed to us
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