I opened my eyes to a beam of sunlight; I smiled despite my slumber-state and got out of bed. I held onto the wall to recover from head rush, checked my clock and ran downstairs. Despite being in a good mood, I was late. My eyes were still only half open when I walked into the kitchen,
“Morning Marc!” Charlotte cried in a voice too high for the morning,
“Morning Charley, why are you not grouchy?” I asked.
“I can be not grouchy when I want to be,” she said sticking her tongue out childishly.
“You must like it a lot,” I remarked.
“So, looking forward to school today? What was it you had on Monday’s? Double English?”
“Shut up,” I snapped. It was just like Charley to ruin my happy mood. I hated English for the reason that I never learnt anything in the lessons; everything we did learn was trivial and tedious.
‘Say ‘Hello, how are you’ in English,’ my teachers would say – as if that was hard. I got my cereal whilst being told off by mum. After teasing Charley lightly, I went to change then Charley and I walked out the door. We hopped onto my moped and drove to school; I left Charley at the gates and went to join my friends.
“I still can’t get over how hot your sister is,” said Paul. I punched his arm. Hard. “What?”
“It’s disgusting; I don’t want to hear it,” I replied acidly.
“If I asked her out, would she say yes?”
“I don’t know, but don’t try it,” I warned. Paul rolled his eyes as we walked into school. I went to my locker and rummaged through, trying to find the homework I knew I had done. I knew I had done it because it was on Atlantis and I had written pages and pages on it.
“Zut alors!” I cried. It wasn’t there; I went into World History feeling angry - or mad as Zoey would say in the US.
“Hand in your homework first,” said the teacher; I punched the desk as she came to me.
“I’d like to present my findings, Miss, in the form of a speech.” She looked at me and smiled.
“Go on then Marc, let’s see what you have to say,” she said pointing at the front. I smiled, nodded and made my way up. “Quiet everyone, Marc is going to recite his ten page essay,” she called. All faces turned to me, most smiling, they knew I got into trouble easily and they knew I hadn’t done my work, to them this was going to be amusing. I coughed and began.
“The missing civilisation of Atlantis has been under scrutiny of historians for many years, some dating back to the Roman era. Nobody knows whether it really exists and nobody knows– if it did exist – where. But whilst studying it I found out that it did exist,”
“We cannot be sure,” interrupted my teacher.
“I can. I’ve been there.” A chorus of laughter filled the room.
“Be serious Marc if you want a good grade.”
“I am! But it’s not on Earth; it’s a parallel world.”
“Okay Marc, we’ve heard enough. Any questions?”
“How did you get there?” asked a girl at the front.
“I thought you’d ask that.” I smiled and reached into my pocket and brought out my jade stone. “This stone teleported me to Atlantis.”
“Enough,” my teacher snapped. “And leave that stone on my desk, come and collect it after school.” I sighed and obeyed.
“Nice one Marc,” said Paul laughing.
The day went by extra slowly and by the end I was ready to go home, but first I had to collect my jade. I was a little early and intruded on another class, another group of pupils from my year.
“Sorry, I’ve come to collect my jade,” I said walking fast to the desk, the teacher handed me my stone, as soon as it touched my flesh I wasn’t in the classroom anymore. I could see ground far below me and it was coming closer, suddenly a platform of wind slowed me down, and I landed on my feet. I smiled at the group of familiar faces,
“Thanks Will,” I said, he nodded and put his arm around Lucinda, “Hey everyone,” I smiled.
“It’s about time,” said Jade looking at her watch, “what time do you call this? Some people have been here for six hours!"