Penalising people playing football by Edward
29 06 2006The bell had rung and my mates and I burst into the classroom, put our coats away and looked at the board, stunned and very disappointed so was my friends. It said in block capitals ‘Football has been banned until the end of term, following on from another complaint from break.’ Depressed, I copied down the objective. It was science, my least favourite subject. The door swung open, Mr Green was obviously in a bad mood. He looked at the class like a lion who hadn’t caught its dinner. Then, he took a big breath and bellowed at the class very loudly, the third time this week ‘ I know what those people who play football are thinking, I’m not going to name the names but someone has kicked an expensive football over the hedg and I can’t afford to buy new ones. Orlando Brown!’
He shouted at the top of his voice ‘ Come with me NOW! ‘ Everyone looked at the door where he was being taken in. Obviously he was going into the Headmasters office. I looked around the classroom, some people looked worried, some looked happy ( most of them were girls. ) My friends looked as though they’d eaten a lemon: Their face was scrawled up and their eye browse drooped. A thought ocurred to me that at break I could climb over the gate and it to stop the ban. The muffled sound from the head’s office sounded like a radio speaking about a criminal offence. The teacher and Orlando came back with different expressions on their faces. A mean face and a worried face respectively. ‘Orlando I have one more question for you’ Mr Greens said in a tone which made Orlando even more worried ‘ Why did you break that this boy’s leg. ‘ Mr Greens bellowed. ‘ His parents have been in and the school had to pay for the ambulance to come and get him. ‘
‘ I-I w-was o-only t-t-trying to score ‘ he said shaking all over.
‘ That’s not good enough ‘ said Mr Greens, very cross now.
‘ But….’
‘ Don’t interupt me’
‘ But Mr….’
‘ I said don’t interupt me! ‘ Mr Greens shouted, much louder than ever before, so the whole school ciould not help but hear.
The class was silent now, no whispering whatsoever. No one would dare speak in case they got bellowed at. The conversation went on for at least ten minutes, Untill Mr Greens finally shouted ‘ Orlando you will have to be excluded for two days because of your answering back to teachers. ‘ He eyed around the class. ‘ Orlando go and sit down ‘ said Mr Green very calm now, obviously because of his wheezing voice because of shouting so much. One week had past and I saw Orlando doing his nasty tricks again, for example he put a whoopie cushion under the our supply teacher ’s chair, which got him into trouble again. Another time he tried to bring a fake cigarette into class, (which got involved with the police) and got him into big trouble with the headmaster. Two day’s after those two incidents, a bright red car parked noisily into our car-park. The man who got out was carrying a sack of footballs in one hand and in the other was some little fluorescent jackets, and was wearing a blue Umbro t-shirt Also there was red football boots on his feet. I heard the bell, lunch was obviously ready. Anyway I was starving. I looked on the menu ( inside the school ) and it said broccoli peas and carrots with mash potato and meat pie. I groaned. it was my least favourite meal ( apart from sheperds pie. ) The dinner tables had already been set out. Every one was there in my class apart from me. I had recieved a starring look from a teacher from class four. I didn’t like class four ’s teacher, Miss Green-witch. Everyone thought she was a witch anyway, from her nasty laugh to her horrible shoes. She loved to drink milk that had passes it’s sell-buy date, even I though that was horrible. After lunch I looked out of the classroom window and saw that man again, the one with the red car. Two questions arose in my mind: Why was he at our school and what was he doing? I was doing some english work when I saw him. This time I had to inform the Mr Greens. When I did he made very confused face and rushed, probably the heads office. Fortunately the headteacher didn’t know anything about the ban and told us in assembly that new football training had bugun. Mr Greens was not happy about this!








I was impressed by your story and thought your writing was really imaginative and very descriptive. Well Done !
it sounds so real as if it really happened its got lots of description in it. well done!
I’m so glad I got to read the end of the story Edward! There were some terrifically funny lines -’He looked at the class like a lion who hadn’t caught its dinner’. I wish I’d wrote that.
well done