A book written by AutumnMay and myself. It's still in 'unfinished draft mode' as Emily puts it, and feedbak is appreciated.
(Written by Emily)
The sea, clear and blue, stretched far out in front of me. I sat cross-legged on my sofa, which had assumed the shape of a boat, but still had all the cushions.
I became aware of something continuously hitting the right side of my head, and sometimes my upper arm, near my shoulder. I looked towards where it was coming from, and saw a ping-pong paddle floating in mid-air. I shrugged and looked back out to the ocean, where a huge iceberg could now be seen looming towards me. As it became closer, I noticed that it wasn't in the water at all, but about three metres above it. The sofa continued its journey under the iceberg. When I looked up, the inside of it was hollow, with nothing but a huge picture of an angry woman staring down at me. The ice moved on, and I was again abandoned in a vast expanse of calm, clear ocean. The sound of my name reached my ears. It came just after each prod from the ping-pong paddle. I looked around again. My little sister, Summer, climbed over the back of the sofa. She was soaking wet, and made a puddle in the sofa boat. She was the one saying my name over and over again. She grinned and grabbed the paddle. I stood up and tried to grab it off of her. She pushed me backwards from what was now a springboard, and I was falling into the empty swimming pool below.
"Autumn." Poke. "Autumn." Poke. "Autumn, wake up."
"Shh!" I hissed at my best friend, who looked very amused. "I wasn't asleep."
Ashleigh averted her eyes upwards. Following her gaze, I realized why she looked like she was watching a great comedy program.
My R.E teacher, the appropriately named Mrs Godley, looked down at me, face like thunder.
"Ah!" I exclaimed, causing Ash to burst out laughing. She clamped her hands over her mouth. I pressed my lips shut. The whole class was watching.
"Autumn Springs, do you think it appropriate to sleep in my class?" Mrs Godley demanded.
I stayed silent.
"She wasn't sleeping, Miss," Ash offered for me, but I ruined it by failing to supress a yawn.
"Yes she was," some idiot said.
"I didn't ask for your input," Miss snapped at Ashleigh, and then focused her attention back on me to repeat her initial question.
"No," I muttered.
"No," Mrs Godley echoed like she'd achieved her lifetime wish. "Then why were you?"
She obviously wasn't going to give me time to think up a story, like some other teachers would have, so I just settled for lying. If I was going to lie to a teacher about something other than why I hadn't given in my homework, this was the teacher I would lie to.
"I-" I tried.
"I don't want to hear it," she told me, folding her arms.
"Don't you dare backchat me, young lady," she sneered, slamming her hands down on the table in front of me. Ash's quiet snickering suddenly became a very apparent sound in my ears.
"But you just-"
"How dare you talk back to me when I just told you not to? How dare you?" When nobody said anything, she carried on with her usual insult. "You are just an arrogant child. Leave my class-"
At that moment, the bell went. Everyone left before the ringing had finished, leaving their books and sheets scattered over the tables. Mrs Godley clenched her teeth and turned away.
Ashleigh and I packed up our stuff and left the classroom, then burst into fits of laughter.
"Autumn," Ash looked at me when she'd got her breath back. "High five."
"High five," I agreed, grinning.
"That was awesome!"
We started to make our way towards the bars, where we all normally spent our time during break. It was basically the place between the main yard and the top pitch (where we spent our time at lunch), so there were steps up to that bit, then a kind of path, then more steps to the top pitch. We called it the bars because when we were in year seven, everyone used to swing on the bars next to the steps, or slide down them. There was also a hill there, where everyone sunbathed on the rare occasions when the sun decided to show itself.
It was actually quite sunny today, and really, really warm. Excessively warm for England.
As we got to the bottom of the steps, Ash stopped and tugged at my sleeve.
"What?" I said.
"We have strings at lunch."
"So we have to go eat lunch now."
I frowned, a sign of my inner stupidity. "We do?"
"Yes, Autumn, we do," she said as Ellie grabbed my other arm.
"Autumn! I have to tell you what happened in PSHE!" Ellie exclaimed.
I groaned. "Ellie, I would love to hear what happened and I'm sure it's very interesting," I told her truthfully. "But I've got to have lunch."
She sighed. We'd had many conversations about the things I did at lunch. "Can't you just not go?" she muttered in my ear.
"No, I have to go," I said deliberately loudly and started to walk away. She kept hold of my wrist. "Don't go," she begged with fake desperation.
"I have to go," I groaned, acting like I desperately wanted to stay, though really I didn't really care, and neither did she. It was Ash that was bothered whether I went or not.
So we went to the canteen where, predictably, there were no spaces to sit down, which was hardly surprising, as nothing in this school was big enough for the number of students. We stood at the end of an occupied table, half-full of various friends, and ate our sandwiches there. Well, I ate my sandwiches. Ash just stood there because apparently, at break, they didn't sell any food that was decent enough for her to be bothered to wait in the over-long for ages to buy. I couldn't disagree after my first and last time buying an incredibly dry and crumbly cheese sandwich.
Just as I finished eating, Amy came over.
"Why're you eating now?" she asked.
"Strings orchestra," Ash told her.
"Oh, it's not on today. Sir's not here."
I rolled my eyes. Typical.