Form is usually filled with either the boys in the corner screaming, me playing sound effects on the Chromebooks, or our form tutor shouting at us.

Today is slightly different though, and the form is, somehow, relatively settled, despite the one rotund kid being shouted at for skipping detention. I can see him looking down in broken pride once he realises that no one is backing him up (what did he expect?), when I can feel my phone vibrate. It’s Lykan. Texting on Discord, for some stupid reason. Why did he name himself helicopter monkey?

helicopter monkey: are you still in school?

preo (me, if you didn't get the hint): it started 10 minutes ago you fucking idiot

helicopter monkey: damn sucks to be you lol

preo: fuck you

helicopter monkey: im at home waiting for the weird event at the reserve centre on marsh road tmrw

helicopter monkey: you should pull up icl

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preo: tf am i gonna do there

helicopter monkey: idk just come, you were looking at the army for a career anyways

helicopter monkey: tmrw 1845 be there

preo: mk

An event at the reserve centre for minors. Weird of them, I haven’t heard of anything like that for a while. Though, the Army did come to our school for a workshop a bit ago.

Wonder why they’re ramping up their recruitment efforts.

Our form tutor goes on, rambling on about random shit that goes on, notably a fundraiser with a target we never hit.

“Remember to bring in money for the Friday Fundraiser! We only need £2,500 for a non-uniform day!” Learn when to quit, lady.

Oh, and did I mention the boy that sits next to me never comes in?

Alright, that may be an exaggeration, but since he’s a student “executive” and has more “responsibilities (reading a script in assembly),” it leaves me to mess around, alone. I mean, it’s not as if he ever messed around with me, but his reactions are funny.

Alas, I’m not in the mood to fuck around today. The year 8s on the table adjacent are doing a mighty job of messing with the teacher, asking her some dumbass questions.

So proud of them.

I’m pretty sure my first lesson is geography (i have memorised my entire timetable my putting it into weird mnemonics). Literally the same as form, more fucking around. This time though, I sit at a table with a bunch of idiots like me. Absolutely lovely.

I spend the rest of form sleeping, as it’s the only productive thing I can do, and before I can register it, it’s already period one.