There was once a school friend who seemed to get into trouble for everything that he did. Even simple things like his homework diary required a forged signature just before the class started which he’d urge the ink to dry. He loved answering back. He was one of those pupils that the teacher always placed at the front of the class so that he could keep an eye on him. His hair was blonde and spiked, and he had an earring in one ear which he’d always put back in once the teacher’s attention was turned to someone else. He was friendly enough to everyone, if a bit cocky, and wasn’t afraid to stand up for what he believed in despite his small stature, an English Bart Simpson if you will. He’d never back down. This meant that he’d get into quite a few fights. He lived in an interesting estate of flats on a hill. I kind of got the impression that he was from a one-parent family.
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