I hate Mondays. Mr. Bray was going on and on and on…I don't think I can last much longer. The bell finally rang and I got up as quickly as I could and waited outside for my best mate, Tom.
"Was that lesson boring or what? If I didn't know better, I assumed he was trying to torture us into getting good grades." Tom said.
"Yeah," I said, distractedly. I didn't know why, but I was feeling weird all day, like something was going to happen.
"HELLO? Anybody home?" A hand waved in front of my face and I jumped back in surprise, almost hitting my head into the wall.
"Sorry Tom. I'm a bit out of it today." I replied. Everyone was whispering around us, not even bothering to try to keep their conversations unheard from us.
"Look, Tom is with his best friend, the druggy."
"I feel bad for Tom, when Rider's gang-friends come for he'll be in the middle of it."
"He was probably in a gang, that'll explain all the bruises."
"Does he even look like a drug addict?"
This was a normal day at school for me. Everyone calling me and my friend names. I didn't like it, but in a way, I couldn't blame them. I was 'sick' for nearly two weeks, to come back to school, then leave again for more. I could never get a break. Curse MI6 and the man who thought it was a good idea to use him as a spy, Alan Blunt.
I got to my next class and took out my homework. Physics was incredibly dull. It was amazing that the teacher didn't make everyone in the class fall asleep after ten minutes of his 'teaching' which was more like lecturing, a very boring lecture at that.
More people slowly shuffled into the brightly lit room and sat down. I opened my text book to complete my work, but the teacher called my name first.
"Mr. Rider, the office called. Had you forgotten that you had to leave school early today?" He didn't even try to keep the annoyance out of his voice. All the teachers knew, along with the students, that I was most definitely not sick. The teachers all hated me for that. Great, more people to hate me. Just was puts the icing on the cake.
"Yes sir," I mumbled. Everyone around me whispered, they thought that I was probably not going to come back after this time. I wondered why Jack would have taken me out of school; I already missed so much of it.
Before I entered the headmaster's office though, I already knew who could have been pulling me out of school.
MI6. Will there ever be a time that they don't pull me out of school for no good reason at all.