It's just a two part story calm down I'm not a film producer yet. It's a story I wrote a while ago and I though i'd share it. It's not the best but if you want more just say! Try to understand it, if you don't go to an english school you may find it hard to understand, but then again I don't know what schools from other countries are like. Perhaps you may fully understand it.
Visiting day at Highbury high for year sevens who would be the new year eights in September in the summer, Highbury high – A mixed school that starts from year eight to year eleven.
Some people had already started to buy their school uniforms including: The striped black and blue tie which would be the colour all year eights would have to wear so teachers knew straight away which year group they were in, the light blue shirts that was for all the school, no exceptions made, dark blue blazers (suite like jacket for school kids) for all. The P.E kit was as follows: Polo shirt with school crest on, shorts with the same, socks the same, trainers, shorts with school logo at right hand corner.
As they all went into the school hall, being given dirty looks by all the older kids which all the year sevens knew they would always have to put up with till they were top of the school, so there they were, being told to sit in the row of their classes, they all knew they would be disappointed as 9/10 they would not have the persons they wanted in their class for high school however they knew they have to put up with it for four years and moaning doesn’t change anything. “Good morning boys and girls, welcome to your visit to your new high school, I hope you are all ready for the pleasant and surprising changes that secondary school has from middle school and how much of a change it will make your life, and you as a person.
You make your name in this school, whether it is for being the boy/girl with no lates or absences to their name, or a perfect attendance record! Now, here at Highbury we always want to bring the best out of those who feel primary school has failed them, nevertheless... If you are not ready to be co-operative with us, how do you expect us to do the same with you? As we always have to acknowledge the excellent for their work, we as teachers are not stupid; we know not everyone will get along, not everyone will have the same taste in music or support the same football team, but if our attention is brought to anyone discriminating at another person, bullying or threatening any other pupil then you will be in more trouble than you would think you can get in. Now moving, on... As you know our school is a school of excellence, which means you are a lucky 300 to be in this school and as you know, you have been accepted due to your sporting accolades and have a good chance of succeeding on two conditions: You keep yourself out of troubles or harms way and, you are determined, you work to get to your position, whether it is for Football, Rugby, Tennis, Hockey and not to forget Running of course who knows? We could have a future Asafa Powell, Tyson Gay or maybe if anyone can make it all the way... A Usain bolt? Well, enjoy your first day and stay out of trouble!” Their headmaster was done talking.
So row by row, they all stood up by class and set off to their classes to meet their teachers and get to know each other, which most of them probably already did; this school was a really hard school to get into, everyone in these classes must have heard of each other before for doing some sort of sporting event before, and doing very well in it.
8GR: (In London schools, we sort some schools by their year group, *8* then teachers first name *G* then last name *R* (Which they are called by or simply ‘sir’.
“Hello boys and girls, my name is Mr. Rodgers and this is going to be your class for your time in Highbury High, now, may I have someone to give out these sheets of paper please?”
A hand shot up straight away, it was the 2010 record holder for twelve year olds in the borough... But a lot changes in a year. Ash was the name, Small Asian boy very short but with very quick legs nevertheless.
“Thank you little man, what is your name?”
He replied quietly after being referred to as ‘little man’, so Ash shot up and went to give out the sheets to everyone in the class, the teacher told them something that they had all hoped to do in the academic year when they started in September.
“Five minutes to write it down”
He said clapping his hands to make them know he wanted them to hurry.
“Ok, time up, you the one with your hood still up which it shouldn’t be, take it off! State your name then say what is written on your sheet”.
So the boy who had his hood up who his name was Ramarr read out what he had written, Ramarr knew Ash, he had heard of him as being the boy that smashed his record a year after he set it.
“Name’s Ramarr, and this year I’m going to crush Ash’s 100 and 200M records without trying.
Well, was this really the first part of your story? I don't want to say that I expected more, but I hope that there is something more exciting happening in the second part. Not bad, but maybe a bit too short.