Snowprints in the Sand

here is where Im @ since last blog on friday I went to school to hand in my incomplete coursework and then as I arrived at the team base miss dyke was outside!! and we immediately exchanged smiles as she said hi and I said hello and I was happy to see her bc it had been three months and after months of her haunting my dreams with the contemptuous viridescence of her eyes and the soul destroying power of her voice I no longer feared her. But the second I saw her I couldn't help but envision her unapologetic cruelness and realised she probably doesn't even remember??? like when she saw me all she probably thought was wtf ok so there is definitely a positive correlation between hair length and nose size  but the thing is I don't feel as though I saw her eyes when I spoke to her; to see the green is to remember year nine when she first came here and the malice in her soul masqueraded by an electric  and its weird because Ive known her for four years and Ive seen her p...

Monday : I took the bus home from school to my dads for the first time and I was so nervous I was just stumbled in without falling over somehow and begged the man 'can I go to Duston please' and the benevolent driver informed me it would be £1.70 and as if being chased by a volcanic eruption of molten flames I grabbed basically all the coins in my pocket and threw it through the glass totally unaware of the superfluous nature of this over paying and he was just like ???? but he made a light hearted joke and so it was okay but then the fear flared like the initial burst of flame at the tip of a match and I felt stuck amidst the friction between the tip of the match being dragged eternally along the course edge of the box and the falling to the pool of petrol at my ankles praying the humidity from the year 8s will extinguish the flame before it reaches the ground but thankfully I saw a space free in the far left corner but I failed to feel the power of the back seat when the year...