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Boarding School

Tills

Hi my names Matilda Thomas, but people call me Tilda.

Im 16 and live in France...Lived in France.

Yeah as of yesterday I was shoved onto a British Airways plane. And flown to England. All my arguments where completely invalid as far as my dad was concerned.

Im currently sitting alone in a boarding room. On a extremely uncomfortable bed. And you won't believe this..I have to share..with other girls. Ugh there probably all weird and smell.

4 Other girls. Lord give me strength. I'll never make friends with them. All the English do is complain.

Even though I am English and complain a lot. I've lived in France the majority of my life and I lived In a house where no one cared what I thought or how I was feeling.

my dad used to always threaten me with boarding school but never once did i think he would do it!

but no here I am. Why am I here? Well I was caught 'with a cigarette in one hand and holding a packet of a white powdery substance in another!'

let me jut get this straight. I don't smoke, no okay I wanna live till 80 and have nice peachy lungs..not horrid black crumbly ones.

Two I don't do drugs. I'm not into that at all, people who do drugs are idiots who think there cool but aren't.

So yeah basically I was holding the for my "friend"

EX BEST FRIEND JOSIE MILLER.

And some shit bag got a picture an sent it anonymously to the head teacher.

so whilst we were sitting in class the intercom turned on and the head called myself and Josie to her office immediately.

When we were walking there she went to me, "don't worry tills I got this." I felt slightly reassured.

We got inside and sat down, the head said explain this.

And Josie bursted into tears. Sobbing about how I was forcing her to take a drag and trying to get her high.

How my head teacher fell for it I'll never know.

I was lived. I started shouting about how if you took up the soles of her gym shoes you would see she had about fifteen packets of weed. And that her school bag did not contain the books we were supposed to have inside, no her school bag is where she deals from.

The head waved away my argument and expelled me then and there.

Yes i did punch Josie on the way out just to prove our friendship was officially over!

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