Back to School

I’m at school. I’m in a long queue. We are taking an exam. I think it maths. I’m nervous because I haven’t done any revision. I am sitting next to a girl who has laptop. The test isn’t as long as I thought it would be. I think most of us have laptops.

Later I am in another queue. We are going to have our feet examined. I don’t like people messing with my feet. Also it doesn’t seem to be necessary. There is young boy with dark hair in front of me. He tells me he is going to live with one of the teachers. This teacher is a man, he lives alone in a house near the school. It is difficult to see or get to, it looks like quite dense woodland.

I am on the side of a steep hill. There is lots of undergrowth, ferns and moss, I can’t see where I’m stepping. There are some other school kids with me and one person who I think is in charge.

There are two girls sitting on a crowded beach in their uniform. It’s not particularly nice weather though. They are smoking roll ups. They tell me they didn’t do any revision either. They don’t seem to care what grades they get. They are talking about a teacher, one says ‘he thought I was asking him if he wanted a smoke’. They look quite grown up for their age, I think they are probably doing their GCSEs.

I am back at school. I am sitting next to a girl, she is talking to her friend about having cancer. I join the conversation and tell her about my mum. There is a man listening, he looks foreign, he has dark skin and black hair. He is giving her advice. She asks her if you can be cured. Her friend tells it goes into remission but you’re never cured. I tell her that if she thinks it has come back she must do something straight away. The man agrees with me. But she doesn’t want to listen to what I am saying. She turns her chair away from me.