2. First Bell

Breakfast of champions they say. At least its by their humbling opinion. Heh. I looked at the carton of milk ready to pour on top of the cereal in my bowl when my mom stopped me and asked me to look at the expiration date. It was two months past I said. She said to throw it out. I did, not before emptying it though. Spicy.

Mark was understandably late. He knocked on the front door yelling out loud just so the whole world could hear. You know, in case I was dead or kidnapped or something. That's just how a good friend he is. I took my bike out and we rode to school. We actually didn't need the bikes as the school was just 10 minutes walk away, but you never know when you feel like ditching it.

As expected, we arrived just before the assembly finished as all of those who was at the assembly watched us riding our bikes towards the parking bay in silence. We were invisible we thought. Off to detention we went before the first class. As if the school don't demotivate us enough with the way their teaching in class. The school bell rang, first class of the day.

The teacher came in without even spilling out a sound she wrote on the chalkboard the day's homework. It's not as if she even put an effort into giving the homework. She just doodled numbers on the board indicating the page numbers of the exercises in our books. She stood in front of us trying to teach us something but most of the time she just read out loud. Teachers make a habit of reading out loud with the most soothest of voices. I guess thats why half of the class are fast asleep throughout the reading.

As was I.