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Grow and Warm the Earth
Literary
by Greg Lawrence
Everyone hits Paul Doe, the teacher's pet. But what happens when you don't?
I hate geography. Meacher gives me the creeps. He has a high eye-brow smile that is permanently slapped across his boat-race, like he’s posed for a picture and the flash has frozen him in time or a cow-prod has taken him by surprise. He’s got sharp little pincer teeth that threaten to punch holes in your neck if you don’t know a stalactite from a stalagmite. You can hear, then feel his smile before peering up to find him leering down at you doodling in the textbook.
The clock-hand is limping by like a crippled tortoise and it’s freezing in 2B. Snow settles around the window seal and icicles have begun to appear from the top of the arched frames. Still too long to go. My mood doesn’t change when Paul Doe pipes up with his usual arse-kissing comments.
“Carbon dioxide from burning fuels causes global warming, a process capable of changing the world’s climate significantly.â€
Fucking text-book whore.
“Pikey.†Someone whispers.
No-one likes him. He has a stale damp smell and his skin looks permanently dirty, like one of the oily rags my old man uses to check the car before we drive down to the caravan at Walton-on-the-Naze. I love it down there, mainly ‘cos it ain’t here...
I hate geography. Meacher gives me the creeps. He has a high eye-brow smile that is permanently slapped across his boat-race, like he’s posed for a picture and the flash has frozen him in time or a cow-prod has taken him by surprise. He’s got sharp little pincer teeth that threaten to punch holes in your neck if you don’t know a stalactite from a stalagmite. You can hear, then feel his smile before peering up to find him leering down at you doodling in the textbook.
The clock-hand is limping by like a crippled tortoise and it’s freezing in 2B. Snow settles around the window seal and icicles have begun to appear from the top of the arched frames. Still too long to go. My mood doesn’t change when Paul Doe pipes up with his usual arse-kissing comments.
“Carbon dioxide from burning fuels causes global warming, a process capable of changing the world’s climate significantly.â€
Fucking text-book whore.
“Pikey.†Someone whispers.
No-one likes him. He has a stale damp smell and his skin looks permanently dirty, like one of the oily rags my old man uses to check the car before we drive down to the caravan at Walton-on-the-Naze. I love it down there, mainly ‘cos it ain’t here...