Rosie Sparks, Grade 8, Clonnard College
By Rosie Sparks
I hadn’t had much sleep last night, I’d stayed up all night reading. I was lying in bed when suddenly I remembered.
“Oh no”. I yelled,“ The history test. It’s today and I haven’t studied”.
Then mum walked in, “Time to get up Bob”.
“I don’t feel well, I don’t think I can go to school” I pleaded.
“Oh no. I know what you’re trying to do. Get dressed, have breakfast and go to school”.
“Fine”, I moaned.
When I walked out the front door my mate Joe was impatiently waiting for me.
“Took your time” he complained
“Studied for the test? I heard that it’s really hard,” exclaimed Joe.
“Great” I said “I’m gonna fail for sure.”
As we walked along, thoughts darted in and out of my head. I could pretend to collapse in front of Mr.B and then I would have to go to the sick bay, “and wouldn’t have to do the test” I yelled.
“What’s with you? It’s as though you’ve gone crazy”.
“Oh nothing”, I mumbled.
“Genius” I whispered to myself. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it earlier.
Finally Joe and I arrived at school. I was ready to fake sick, and I felt extraordinarily confident. No one knew about my brilliant plan.
“Bing, Bing, Bing”went the bell.
“Come on we’re gonna be late” said Joe
“Scared for the test? I’d be if I were you”.
“No I’ve got a plan,” I said
“What’s that?” asked Joe
By now we’d reached the classroom. My stomach was churning. I sat down in my seat. I was shaking.
“What’s up Bobbo?” my other mate Ben was standing in front of me, “You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.” Ben laughed.
Suddenly Mr.B burst into the room. “Ok everyone here? Good let’s get this history test up and running”
“I’ve gotta do what I’ve gotta do. Here goes,” I thought to myself. I raised my hand, “Mr.B I feel sick.”
“Come here Bob and let me feel your head”.
I got up and stood all wobbly.
“he doesn’t look too good” said Rebecca, a girl in my class.
“I think he’s going to faint” she shrieked.
All of a sudden I collapsed to the ground.
My eyes were shut. I could hear people talking.
“Is he ok?” one said.
“Cool” another, shouted.
Then I was carried somewhere. I could feel myself being rested on something soft and then I heard a door close. I opened my eyes. I was in the sick bay. It had worked.
Suddenly, an office lady walked in with my mum. “Sorry I didn’t believe you,” Mum mumbled.
“That’s ok,” I said weakly.
“He needs some rest,” the office lady said, “he was just worn out”. “Come on” mum said, “Let’s go home”.
And that’s how I got out of my History test, well at least until the next one. But I’ll have a better plan by then just you wait.