Being Schooled: A Short Story

My Essay about my fictional character being schooled

Beep,beep,beep, my alarm clock monotonously beeped and woke me with a start, I hit my head on the top bunk. “Urghhhh……” I groaned and flunked back on my bed.

“Get up lazy-bones, you're gonna’ miss the bus!” My annoying brother, Charlie shouted through my door, “get up!!!!!!” He bellowed again! I eventually hauled my body over to my wardrobe and picked out a pair of skinny jeans and a blue t-shirt from my ‘suitable for school’ drawer. I slipped them on and dashed down the stairs, ready to shovel in my breakfast before school.

After inhaling my morning breakfast, I was about to run out the door with my bag when my mother shouted after me, “wait!” She sprang up from her chair, nearly knocking

Suddenly, I was experiencing horrendous pain throughout my stomach, as if I was going to catapult this morning’s breakfast right into Billy Roth’s face! (PAUSE) I felt like I was in a movie and the kid with the T.V remote was forever pressing pause and play at exactly the WRONG moment. With my feet dangling in mid-air, my thoughts turned to what could happen next, my belt would cut me in half, my trousers would rip, the loops of my trousers would break and I would fall to the floor and forever suffer from concussion……… Suddenly, the whole bus was filled with guffawing children! I looked around feeling perplexed, I asked myself, what was everyone looking at? Then it dawned on me, I hastily looked down at my trousers hoping that they were still on my waist…… phew…….. My trousers were 100% were they were supposed to be! But people were still laughing and now, Pointing! I followed their fingers and began to laugh with them too! Someone had ‘Pants-ed’ BILLY ROTH!!! I mean, that person must have some Guts! Billy was the one who pants people, not the other way

Billy Roth instantly dropped me dumbfounded over what had just happened. Mortified, he bellowed, “Get off the bus and walk to school!”as he pulled up his trousers to cover his embarrassing underwear. “You know what?” I asked him, “I’m O.K thanks, I’d rather stay on the bus!” I replied smirking as I cracked my fingers. I sat down in my seat as the bus drove into the school’s bus park. As I swaggered into school high-fiving my BFF Zoella, I could hear giggles following me everywhere. My phone suddenly pinged and vibrated. As soon as I looked at the screen my heart