Jenny O'Bryan's World by Bethan Rees (ebook reader for laptop .TXT) 📕

It all started this morning when I decided to have a lie-in. I was having a dream that I was striding away from school with Tess, when we were going to a stage school instead of middle school. I acted my way to the main part of a major musical and Mum was proud of me.
'Jen, wake up!'
It was Mum. I felt her soft brown curls on my cheek. She was wearing a black halter skirt with a sky blue shirt with a darker blue cardigan. She looked so pretty.

I love my mum. She's the sweetest person I know. She's been depressed a lot recently because Dad's disappeared. There's been no sign of him at all, so she's worried sick about him. She's been literally sick at some points. She was looking particularly queasy then.
'Mum, are you okay?' I asked.
She sniffed before speaking. 'It's been 3 weeks since Tony, your father, disappeared. I don't know what he's doing. Anyway, get up! You've slept 5 minutes more than usual! Now, come and have some breakfast. I've done pancakes...'
I ran downstairs then. Mum's pancakes are my favourite food! She sometimes drizzles a bit of maple syrup in the mixture to cheer anyone up. She's obviously tried to cheer herself up today, as she's added quite a lot of syrup in. It's lovely.

Once I've finished everything I needed to do, I kissed Mum and went off. I checked my watch. I was shocked. I only had FIVE MINUTES to get to school! I'm never that fast! I had to run to school like Usain Bolt if I was going to get there on time!

When I arrived, the bell had just gone. I finally had a chance to relax...
UNTIL I KNEW THAT WAS THE REGISTRATION BELL!!!!!! 

Mr Greenwood (our headteacher) was not happy. He moaned at me. My only excuse was...

'My dad's been gone for three weeks now and my mum's really really paranoid about it and she takes a while to do stuff as she's so upset so please forgive me!' I started to sob (fake, haha).

Surprisingly, he LET ME OFF! Woo-hoo! Perhaps I could let out the waterworks so much more. When I went into Miss Cassidy's classroom, she started off not very happy...
'JENNIFER O'BRYAN, YOU'RE EXTREMELY LATE! WHAT'S UP WITH YOU TODAY? Go and sit down.'

Tess patted my back as I sat down. A tear fell from my eye. Miss Cassidy very rarely gets mad. This was my unlucky day. Miss Cassidy saw it and came over. Everyone stared at me and put up signs saying 'LUCKY' at me (except for Allister, of course, she was glaring).

Everyone loves Miss Cassidy. She's really sweet and is nice to EVERYONE. When someone's sad, what they'd want is a hug from Miss Cassidy. This is Miss Cassidy...


Everyone wants to be her teacher's pet, unlike Mr Greenwood. He has sweaty armpits and stinks of cheese-and-onion Walkers.

'What's up, Jen? Come here.' She signaled for me to have a cuddle. I'm not a wuss, but it was the most lovely experience I've ever had. I love her perfume! I should find out which one she uses and buy it for Mum to cheer her up.

First lesson was maths with Mrs Rotchestby. Yep, hard to pronounce, isn't it? I call her Mrs Farting chestby behind her back because she farts in lessons. (SERIOUSLY!) You'd need a billion air fresheners to make the room smell nice again!

I'm generally good at maths, but I could hardly write the numbers down as Allister kept yelling 'TWO, FOUR, SIX, EIGHT...' and so on. It was clear she was getting on everyone's nerves.

Allister is my worst enemy and incredibly annoying. I bet her middle name is ANNOYING. It suits her. Allister Annoying White... ha!

She passed me a note...

Oh ha ha, you're the class comedian, Allister. (not)

Tess isn't as good at Maths as I am, but as I sit next to her, I give her a hand (or just show her the right answers).

Tess is my best friend. We met at nursery. A bunch of bullies pushed poor Tess into the sandpit and tipped water over her. Using my shouting, I scared the bullies away. I helped Tess out and jumped into the sandpit myself, rolling about a bit. I ended up with LOADS of sand on me, but Tess just laughed. We're both good at Art, Drama and English. She's not good at Maths, but I'm not good at French. Luckily, I have all the help I need, as the French teacher, Mrs Wilson (or Ever), is Tess' mum.
Tess' mum is SO nice. She always bakes cookies when I go round, and they are SO nice. She gives Mum a bit of sympathy and gives her some of the freshly-baked cookies.


Tess and I chatted about our next sleepover.
'What do you want to do for our sleepover, then?' Tess asked.
'I know - let's watch Twilight and drool over Robert Pattinson!' I suggested.
'Done that.' Tess said.
'Play 20 dares at the park!'
'Done that.' Tess replied.
'Do our homework!'
'NO WAY!'
'Just kidding. Play Trivial Persuit on your Wii against your mum!'
'Done that.'
'Do karaoke?'
'Done that too.'
'Then what ARE we going to do?'
'I don't know.'
This carried on until the end of the lesson. We got our work done, though!

The next lesson was French. Tess and I sit on the table closest to Mrs Wilson's desk.
Every time she put a word on the board, we had to say it.
Every time, I ended up wrong.
For example, the word for jam (comfiture), I said 'comfy chair', making Tess and I go into hysterics.
'What are you laughing about, ladies?' Mrs Wilson asked. We explained the 'comfy chair' thing. Mrs Wilson tutted and sighed.
'Jenny, can you stay behind for a bit, please? Not you, Tess, but you can stay if you want...'
'YOU'RE IN TROUBLE, JENNY!' Allister yelled.
'No, she's not.' Mrs Wilson stated. I nearly had a case of Nikki Maxwell's (Dork Diaries) RCS (Roller-Coaster Syndrome). 

WHEEEEE! I thought.

At the end of the lesson, Mrs Wilson sat at her desk. Tess stayed for me. It's a best friend thing.

'Jenny, I see you struggle with French.' She said.

'Whaaa...'

'You know... comfy chair?'

'Oh.' I replied, sniggering. 

'Yeah, it's actually a good way to remember it! I just think you need some... private tutoring.'

'Yeah! If Mum - Mrs Wilson, I mean, tutors you, you can come round my house all the time!' Tess cried. Mrs Wilson smiled.

'Good idea! You girls can practice together! Anyway, Jenny, some tutors ask you to pay hundreds of pounds a year... but I'll tutor you for FREE!' Mrs Wilson said.

'Okay.' I responded. We agreed on the dates and times.

Today was FRIDAY, before you ask - so the sleepover was TONIGHT.

(CONTINUING LATER - B.Rees)

Publication Date: 09-13-2012

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