Coco Pop Day

Then I hear a loud, dark noise, HONK! HONK! Oh no! Mrs Lut’s car pulls up beside me; she gives me an eager gesture to hop in, like she is the nicest lady in the whole world. But in fact, she is the ugliest, meanest, rudest teacher in the whole world!

I jump in and we start driving. She doesn’t say a word. “So anyway, why did you pick me up?” I just had to ask it. She glances at me, and then keeps her eyes on the road.
“Well I couldn’t let you have the day off now, could I? And today is the big day that your year 8 class present your speeches on the Arctic.”She says.
“Oh yeah, the speech…… about that, can I have a bit more time?”
When I ask she licks her lips as though she just had a salty chip.
“You know the rules in my Science class; everyone gets the same amount of time to do their work. It wouldn’t be fair for the others now, would it?”
“Of course not.” I know I’m in for it. A week’s detention is what we get for not doing our homework.
“So I suppose you know what that means? Detention, Friday morning, DON’T BE LATE.”

She pulls up in the teachers car park. I jump out and walk over to my friends. “Hey guys,” I say, “Did any of you forget your homework?” I ask. “No, na, nup, nope,” They all have their homework, boring detention, all by myself.”

BRING, BRING. The bell goes, I am in the same form with Brian. The others are in a different form. There are roughly 2000 students at our school; it takes up about 3 whole blocks. First up we have double Maths, then after morning tea we have Geography, then of course Science. I will be embarrassed in front of the whole class.

We are half way through Geography and the principal calls over the loud speaker, “Charlie Brown to the office immediately” he calls, “IMMEDIATELY.” Everyone stares at me; I get up and walk to Mr
Mc Gunna’s office. Tap, Tap, I quietly knock on the door. I’m afraid they might expel me for not doing my Science homework.

“Come in Charlie, quickly.” He says it like there is something worrying him; I walk in and look at him. “Sit down,’ he says, “Your brother Clyde is in hospital. He had a bad accident doing basketball in sport.”
“Is he ok?!” I am really worried. I didn’t think it would be anything this serious. “He is in a stable condition, but he is badly concussed. Your mother is on her way to get you. Your father is already there. So get all of your things. She will be here soon.” He goes and opens the door, “You can wait out the front if you like. Wish your brother all the best from me and the school.”I walk out of the door.

“Thanks.” He shuts the door. I walk down into another corridor and in the room where we were having Geography. I grab my things. Our teacher Ms Bufly looks at me. “I am terribly sorry to hear about your brother. Wish him the best.” As she says this everyone else is giving me concerned looks, “How do you know what happened?” I ask.
“The loud speaker was on while you were in Mr Gunna’s office, we heard the whole thing” says Ms Bufly.
“Ok then, see you all tomorrow.” I walk out of the class room.

When I go out to the public parking I see our car rushing towards me. For a second I think it is going to run me over. It is mum, driving in a panic.
As I jump in I say, “Gee, Do you want two kids in hospital?!”
“Oh just be quiet!” she says, “We have to get to your brother. My poor little baby, I hope he’s ok.” I’m worried now because I can tell mum is really worried. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” I try to reassure her, I don’t think it worked though.

When we arrive at the hospital we run to the front desk and ask for Clyde’s room. It’s number 57, my favourite and lucky number. We stay with Clyde for about an hour or two, but he is in a deep sleep. We decode to go and get some lunch. Well dad and I do, mum is practically glued to his bed. The nurses say he will recover in a few weeks but he will be in hospital for two of them. Dad decides to stay the night so mum wouldn’t worry. Mum and I go home at about 11pm. “So do I still have to go to school tomorrow?” I ask, I’m hoping the answer is no.
“Of course not dearie! I don’t expect you to go to school the day after your brother has had a horrible accident.” As she says it she’s nearly crying. When we get home we both go straight to bed.

The next morning Brian rings me, “I just thought I would ring to say we are thinking of your brother. Wish him all the best. Cya when you come back to school.” It wasn’t exactly a long conversation, his mum probably made him ring. He isn’t the sort of person that would care for others.
As soon as mum wakes up, we go back to the hospital. Dad looks horrible, so does mum. They were probably both up all night thinking about Clyde. I was too.

Tonight mum stays at the hospital. Dad and I go home early because dad has some work to do. When we get home the phone is ringing. It’s Mr Gunna. He just rang to wish us all the best and to say that I get all my next classes for a week homework FREE!

I was really, really happy when I get off the phone. I had nothing to do, so I rode down to the beach. It’s so beautiful down here; I wish I lived out at sea. After a couple of long weeks, Clyde is better and we both have to go back to school.
I have Science the first day back, “So, where is the speech?” Asks Ms Lut. “Um…” I say.
That’s what you get when you forget your homework!

by Chloe Hawkesdale P - 12