Growin Up Clueless

Thursday  began like any day, a faint groan as I rolled like a walrus underneath the protective duvet. Followed by a lukewarm shower made worse by the thin, cold and stiff towel. After a steaming mug of tea I was ready to leave for school.  When I got to school, I found my friends standing in an impenetrable circle chatting loudly, almost bragging, about a party which I hadn't been invited to this weekend. I wouldn't have gone anyway, it's not my sort of thing. That's what I told myself anyway. The loudest said how he was going to get smashed. Totally. I laughed and promptly reminded him of an incident a couple of weeks a go where he was caught daydrinking by the police. In public. This is probably a good time to mention the school I attend. This grammar school, which has an entrance exam, contains students in the top 25% of the country. Apart from my friends. I hang out with them because they're sporty, like me, and not total sweats at school getti...