A boring story

I could write a really boring story

Okay here goes

Billy Brown was a normal boy. His favourite colour was brown too. One morning Billy’s mother woke him up, ‘Time for school’ she said.

Billy got out of bed and went downstairs. He had some breakfast, which was toasted brown bread with butter on top and a glass of tap water to drink. He was content with his bland prison-meal breakfast so went upstairs to wash using his Dove soap. Once he had drip dried he put on his school uniform, his mother wasn’t sure how it had happened but Billy’s uniform was always somehow greyer than the uniform of the other kids.

Billy then walked to school, he didn’t take a bus as it was too expensive and he found bicycles were far too fast and exciting, which clearly made them dangerous. Quite content with his walking he came across some singing birds, it didn’t arouse any emotions within him. He did not smile but at the same time he wasn’t sad and he carried on walking feeling no different than he did before; he would not tell anyone this as conversation scared Billy.

When Billy got to school he found he was early so took up lodgings in the quietest corner of the playground behind the P.E equipment shed. Billy had often found himself intruding on the senior boys and girls touching each other here, but it didn’t bother Billy, he barely took any notice at all. This usually freaked the seniors out and they would eventually leave him there alone. He sat down and ate his dry crackers.

Soon it was time for morning registration and Billy carefully folded the used Clingfilm and put it in his pocket. Billy loved to collect Clingfilm and had started up a small album. Once in registration Billy took his usual seat at the back of the class and the teacher started calling names. Billy’s name was one of the first to be called and rather than saying ‘yes, miss’ he opted to silently put his hand in the air, albeit rather half heartedly. While he waited for the rest of the register to be called he looked around the classroom. One of the wall displays the children had made last week was up. They were asked to make a model, drawing or painting of their favourite animal. Lucy Francis, a big girl with one tooth who sat near Billy had painted a picture of a butterfly with big round wings, which had been generously daubed with glitter; and Johnny Quinn had drawn a giant dinosaur using bright red and green crayons, and the dinosaur was stomping all over the tiny sheep that he had drawn too. Billy didn’t like these much. In the bottom left hand corner was the drawing Billy had done of a pigeon. He had drawn it in pencil; at first he had done some clever shading, but he found it looked far too realistic and it made him feel nervous so he rubbed the shading out, tearing and crumpling the paper as he did so.

Well…that was all I had time to do J