I walk towards my motorbike which is parked in the school parking lot. Even though school ended an hour ago for most of the pupils I have only just finished for the day.
“Detention again?” Tommo asks as I reach my motorbike parked next to his. His short blonde hair is still damp from his shower after soccer practice.
“Don’t you know it.” I reply quietly.
“What for this time?” He asks exasperated by me.
“Being late to every class yesterday. I have one tomorrow too for today’s classes.” I’m always late to class. I’m always late for everything to do with school. I don’t enjoy school at all, especially without Lettie here to brighten up my detentions. I don’t see the point in going to the human school anymore. I’m 17 now, and I’ve learned enough. My dad is trying to get me interested i
