"Private school!?" I choked the words, amongst a mouthful of hot tea. It burnt my throat as I forced the liquid down, in an attempt to avoid a mass sprinkler effect of PG Tips, all over the living room. I was sat on the soft 3 seated Recliner, Laptop on well…my lap, tea in hand (and stomach), and Complete bafflement upon my once content face. I stared wide eyed at my dad and mum, who stood, arms folded above me. I swallowed the last of the tea and placed the china cup down on the floor. Taking a large breath in, I managed to find words.
"You've got to be kidding me? Right?" I chuckled. Although I
admit it was more of a concerned laugh than an 'Oh.My.God…you
guys are just sooooo funny! I almost forgot to laugh' Type
chuckle. My parents both looked at each other blankly, before my
dad reached into his pocket and produced a small leaflet. He
threw it down on top on my laptop. The Red writing and fancy
crest made me feel sick. I hadn't even read the god damn thing
and I knew exactly what it was: King Edward III's School of
majesty and English culture. I glanced at the paper, then to my
supposedly loving parents.
"I am not. I repeat, Am not going there!"
~~~yeah short introduction but I wanted to get something up :D
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