The bells jingled as Sophie rode her bike down the driveway, to school. Her mother had strapped bells on her bike before she had set off that morning. 'Great,' She thought, 'I'll be the laughing stock of the whole school.'
The docorations for the school were cheery as Sophie tucked her bike away in the racks with the other, 'Mature' looking bikes. Sophie rolled her eyes and thrust her bagpack over her shoulder. The day had to begin somewhere..
The school was packed as normal when Sophie arrived in its halls. Teenagers were all hurrying to get to class. Sophie darted in and out of the crowds to get to her own. She stepped into the class and, to be truthful, she wished she had'nt.
The front desk held mini, festive looking tree with pink and purple tinsel round it and the windows had stick-on Snowflakes. The lady who was their teacher, smiled as Sophie came in. "Hello Sophie, Happy Christmas." She said cheerfully as Sophie went over to her seat. She got her notebook out and started her writing, as was her main thing every morning at school, you know, to say she had arrived, ready to Blog about her day at High School, as normal.
Mrs Newchild, who was her teacher, looked at her young batch of 12 teenagers. "Hello Class and i hope you're all well?" The class was silant. "Well, i think we'll have the day to decorate the tree, if you lot don't mind?" One boy stood up and looked at the young-ish, age 25, teacher. "No Lessons then Miss?" Mrs Newchild smiled. "No Lee, now, if you'll wait five minutes, i'll just sort this out." The class all beamed in happiness as Mrs Newchild began sorting out her papers. Sophie, who hated Christmas, glared at the teacher. "That mkes no sence!" The teacher looked up at this. Sophie stayed where she was. "We're ment to be practicing our GCSE's! Not fussing around a tree!"
Mrs Newchild tilted her head to one side. "Sophie, its a season to be happy and forget your worrys. We're all going to leave the stress behind for this week. I saw your bike by the way and, i like the bells your mother put on." Sophie sank into her chair. She wished the ground would've just swallowed her up right there and there. The rest of the class looked at her only for a moment and then went back to relaxing and taking it easy in their seats. Mrs Newchild then, came over to Sophie and bent down to her seat, so she was eye level to Sophie, the favorite in her class. Her golden hair shone as she spoke. "Please Sophie, relax, its Christmas." Sophie smiled, seeing, it was true.
Hope you all liked it, Merry Christmas guys! xxx