It was another boring day at school.
„Tom!“-Shouted my history teacher. „Tom!“
Tom? That's me.
The class laughed.They think I'm funny,but the teachers don't.They think I'm stupid.
„I suppose you think you're very clever,Tom,“-said the history teacher. „But you're not clever!“
„No,sir!“-I said.
Neesha smiled at me.She's my best friend.She understands me.She knows that I don't like history.But I really like science.It's because of Mr Roberts,our science teacher.He's great.
Our next lesson was science,but at 11 o'clock Miss Kay,the head teacher,came into our classroom.
„Good morning,class,“ she said. „Can you all go to the library please?“
„But we've got science,“-I said.
„I know Tom,“-Said Miss Kay. „But there isn't any science today.“
„Where's Mr Roberts?“-Asked Neesha.
„Mr Roberts is at home,“-Said the head.
„Why?“-I asked. „Is he ill?“
„No,Tom,“-Said the head. „Mr Roberts isn't ill.He doesn't work here anymore.“
Suddenly it wasn't a boring day.It was a bad day,a very bad day.