Jesse's Thoughts

Here is a new story I apologise if there are any mistakes in this chapter and other chapters to come.


Chapter 1


Hey my names Jesse McDonald I’m sixteen years old and go to an all boys school which sucks. When my parents decided to send me to this school ‘Ever Hall High’ I begged them to send me to a coed school. Well since I’m not in one it seemed that I didn’t get my wish.

Being in an all boys school totally blows all my primary school friends went to the same high school which was boys and girls. For me I was unlucky it was all my neighbours mom’s fault. She had told my mum how wonderful ‘Ever Hall High’ was and that if you send your son their he will get a good scholarship.

So what does my mum do she tells my dad and they decided it’s the school for me. Yeah right they have to idea how miserable I am here. This school has too many rules and regulations that was for sure. Would you like to hear some of them well by all means I will tell you?

Number one - no running in the hall way
Number two - no more than one minute drinking from the water taps
Number three - no sitting under the old tree in the front of the school
Number four now this ones a dozy - no going to the toilet during class without an escort.

The list just keeps going on and on and on these rules are the most stupidest rules I have ever heard. On my first day here in grade eight I was only thirteen then I had run through the hall way and I get a detention.

They made a huge fuss about it to my parents saying ‘it is not acceptable’ and so forth. When I got home my parents gave me a huge lecture can you believe it a lecture just for running through the corridor. Maybe next time they should give you a slip with all the rules on it so would know.

I am not really a student which all the teachers like since I practically have broken nearly every single rule. I only did it so they would expel me and I could be sent to another school. Any other school would be better than this one that’s for sure but no matter how many times I get in trouble they still haven’t expelled me yet.

Was this the punishment instead of being expelled they keep you hear knowing you hate it. I even tripped over my teacher once why he was walking past my desk and all I got was another detention. At any other school if you did these kinds of things you would be out by the next day.

I had only one friend and that was Zachary but Zach for short, he was like Mr cool guy. Zach’s attitude was cool calm and collected I sometimes even wonder why he’s even friends with me. Zach happens to be the most famous boy in the entire school, students wanted to be him and wanted to hang out with him.

I guess you could say his looks was one of the things people liked about him girls and boys. When we would leave once school had finished their would be girls outside the gate waiting to give him presents and say how much they love him. I just leave not caring that my friend was getting so much attention.

To tell the truth I would hate it having so much popularity was something I don’t want. You would never be left alone for even a minute, like at lunch and recess students come up and say to Zach ‘you were awesome in P.E. today’ or ‘it would be so cool if I was like you’.

Bla bla bla whatever talk about sucking up and all, you know I guess Zach’s friends with me because I’m the only one who doesn’t go crazy when I see him. So what if he’s cool and has good looks he is just like any other ordinary human being. People make such a big deal out of the stupidest things.

Like fans for example yelling and screaming ‘I LOVE YOU’ what’s the point of saying that when their not going to tell you that they love you back. I am not a fan of anyone not a singer or an actor nobody. You know I complain a lot which does make some people frustrated.

Hey that’s just me and I have been like this ever since I started high school. You know I use to be fun to hang around with and such but now you could probably just call me a lazy complaining grump.

Well today I am at school sitting at my desk waiting for the teacher to hurry up and start the boring lesson. It was already over time and still no sign of the teacher I didn’t mind that means I don’t have to sit here and hear another boring speech about why Leonardo Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa.

The class room door suddenly opened and the principle walked in with a sad look on her face. “I am sorry to announce but Mr Peters passed away last night” she had a handkerchief in her hand. Some students started crying others were in shock their teacher was dead.

Well what would you expect he was going on seventy for crying out loud. I fill bad he was my teacher after all but hey their comes a time for every one I always say. I always wondered why on earth he was still teaching at such an old age. Surely he would have retired ages ago. Their was an assembly held in his honour for the students and teachers to mourn over him.

Call depressing having boys around you crying I don’t even know how long the assembly went for. I just sat their listening to the principle saying great things about Mr Peters and what a great teacher he was. What ever how many times did he send me to the principles office through the year.

So it was I who got myself into trouble but come on they weren’t all bad I mean accidentally flicking your pen and it hit’s the kids head sitting next to you. Now that was an accident and yet I still was sent to the principle. Of course I was blamed for a lot of things because I was known for the trouble maker.

Things went back to normal by the next week after we had a relief teacher. The class was told that we would soon be getting a new teacher who was properly qualified to take over. Zach was excited for who knows why I mean a new teacher wop de do another teacher lets celebrate.

Zach of course just made fun of me knowing I wasn’t that excited over it. He just hoped this time it would be a young female teacher. I have a slight feeling that when Zach and I graduate he will probably be a bit of a player.

So today’s the day our new teacher was coming to greet us with his or her presence. Talk about nerve recking well I might as well get use to it since this teacher will probably tell me of twice as much as our previous teacher did.

The door opened our principle walked in first and then I saw a foot step through the door. Right before us was the one who would be teaching us for the remainder of the year unfortunately Zach didn’t get what he wanted. Instead of a woman we got another man as our teacher.

“Class let me introduce you this is Mr Richards he will be your teacher for the rest of the year”. Once the principle left the room was quiet until Joshua Mizachi stood up “welcome Mr Richards my name is Joshua Mizachi I am the class president on the behalf of the class we hope to learn a lot from you”.

Just like Joshua Mizachi to get up and show of, I’m the class president who cares I sure don’t. Man that Joshua can really get on my nerves sometimes he thinks he is so smart and all. Being the first one to get on the teachers good side geez how desperate can a person get.

So class started as usual Mr Richards called out the role then started teaching us about history. God the lesson went on for who knows how long since their wasn’t even a clock in the classroom. We had been told were going to be having a quiz tomorrow, already he just arrived and were already getting tests.

Mr Richards may look all kind on the outside but on the inside he’s a big well I should I put it into simple terms um jerk. Yeah that word says it all Mr Richards is nothing than a big jerk. Come on at least have a bit compassion and give us a quiz probably the week after is what I wanted to say.

The day was over and I had taken at least five books home with me to study for tomorrow. I’m in my room doing my homework when someone knocked on my door its seems I can never get any quiet time. “Yeah what is it”, “sorry to disturb you sweetheart but there is someone down stairs to see you”.

That was my mum she is only 34 years old my mum got pregnant with me when she was only 18. My dad was 19 when he found out he was going to be a father, my grandpa who’s my mums dad was furious but the only solution was for them to get married. Luckily my parents love each other otherwise this whole marriage thing would have been a big disaster.

I’m an only child which I’m thankful for I don’t think I would be able to handle having a younger brother or sister always wining and bugging me. I guess I should tell you what my parents do. Well my mum is your ordinary house wife she likes it like that clean the house cook tea and occasionally hangs out with her friends for coffee and biscuits. My dad is a doctor and works long hours but brings in plenty of money.

I head down stairs a bit annoyed that I had to stop my studies just because some one was here. You would not believe who was at our front door Mr Richards how the hell did he even know were I lived. It must have been the principle since she has all the students’ files and details which include addresses.

I was about to say something when my father walked through the door “oh Mitchell it’s good to see you”. Now this was confusing how my dad did know Mr Richards and what was even weirder he knew my teachers first name. “Hmm is something wrong Jesse do you have a stomach ache”.

That’s my dad for you he might be a doctor but his personality is way of than being an adult. You could probably say my parents are the strangest couple in the entire neighbourhood. How so you might ask well my mum’s 34 yet she looks like she’s 18 and my dad you wouldn’t be able to have a normal adult conversation with him if you tried.

Any way back to the picture here my teachers at my house and my dad knows his name. “How do you know Mr Richards dad I mean you have never even met him” my dad looked at me as if he was confused about something.

“Hmm never met before my goodness your so silly Jesse I know Mitchell because well he is my brother after all”. “Yo your brother” yeap that’s right I had just found out that I had an uncle. Know one even told me I had an uncle and yet my teacher the man standing before me was related to me.

I decided not to tell anyone that my teacher was my uncle especially to Zach. During the lessons I was more focused if my teacher and I had any resemblances since he is my dad’s brother. Sometimes kids can look more like their aunts or uncles than your own parents which is freaky.

No how matter how much I looked at him I saw no resemblance what so ever. Now having that out of the way I can finally relax and get back to what I was doing. That being just scribbling all over my text book. The bell had finally gone thank god I couldn’t stand to listen to any more of this.

You know I sometimes even wonder if I will ever graduate this year which is what my principle says anyway. Class was leaving when bad luck for me I had been called back ok this was no time for family reunions. Zach left and told me he would wait at the cafeteria just hope that when I arrive he wouldn’t be swarmed all over with students.

Mr Richards or Uncle Mitch which he wants me to call him only in private if at school. Uncle Mitch man talk about pressure trying to say that to a complete stranger that is actually a blood relative. He didn’t really look like my dad, straight brown hair which went to his shoulders and dark green eyes.

Already my class thought he looked like an actor with his good looks and such. Okay what ever good looks really don’t mean any thing to me. “You wanted to see me” I just stood their as my uncle put down his pen. “Yes the quiz is after lunch and I have heard that you don’t always listen in class and seem to get very bad grades”.

Man this guy was worse than my parents yeah I admit my grades are bad and I hardly pay attention. Come on can you blame me I would do anything to get out of this school even flunk the quiz. I tried to study last night but finding out this dude in front of me is my uncle really put that of.

He kept talking and I started to zone out already getting sick and tied of listening. “Do you understand Jesse” he looked me dead in the eye and the only words that came out of my mouth was “yeah”.

I felt his stare on me when I headed to the door now that was weird. When I had finally reached the cafeteria their was Zach surrounded by his very own fan club. I decided to leave the last thing I wanted was to be sitting with Zach with all these idiots around.

Of course like always once Zach sees me walking away he calls out my name and runs up to me. What am I his saviour from the terror of mayhem Zack always says to me each time. “Thank god you showed up” that’s right once I show up he’s out of their.

Surely Zach likes his popularity but it could get on anyone’s nerves after a while. You could probably say that to Zach I’m his trump card of getting out of messes.

We both head outside luckily not being followed the moment everyone sees me with Zach they back of. You like everyone else would probably think that Zach and I are a couple because we’ve been friends for so long.

Do not get the wrong idea me and Zach are just friends and nothing more. Besides Zach’s into girls not guys and it’s the same with me.

Once the day was over Mr Richards had asked if he could give me a lift home since he’s coming over again. Normally I would prefer to catch the bus home like any other student at this school. Of course he had to say that my mum had actually asked him to give me a lift.

Thanks mum now I have to spend time alone with my so called uncle and teacher put in one. Now that’s just plain embarrassing if you ask me having a family member work at the school I go to.

All the way the car was completely silent the last thing I wanted to do was start a conversation. I guess if people asked why I don’t really talk to him isn’t because of hate but of not knowing. Not being told I had an uncle all this time why would my folks keep it from me.

I was just about to put the radio on when he started talking about school again. Give me a break the school day has finished the last thing I want to do is talk about it. Mitchell asked me how I thought I went on the quiz today.

What should I say ‘oh yeah I think I did great’ now that’s something you wont get out of me. So the only thing to do is just shrug my shoulders and go “alright” their that should be okay.

Once we reached home I was so happy, grab my bag from the back seat and go inside. Mum and dad welcome me home and say dinner will be ready in about an hour, just like my mum to have dinner already started.

Why I was up in my room I could hear my parents and my uncle laughing together. Thank goodness tonight I wasn’t given so much home work Mitchell was lenient today. I mostly just call him Mitchell than Uncle Mitchell. I defiantly call him Mr Richards at school even if we are talking in private.

I would even call my dad by his last name if he was my teacher of course that would be a disaster coming. When my door opened and someone walked in without me even knowing since I had my Ipod on.

Listening to music why studying kind of helped a bit of course you cant hear anything around you when it’s up loud. Once I felt a tap on my shoulder it scared me so much that I fell of my chair.

Before I could even yell at the person all their was, was a “sorry about that Jesse didn’t mean to scare you”. Are relatives suppose to be this much annoying I mean come on just leave me alone. Its bad enough he’s my teacher and that I have to see him every day but all the time he is over here.

I just want to say it to his face right now to just leave or give me some space at least. Alright he can stop staring at me now, you know I still hadn’t even realised I was still on the ground.

This is kind of awkward I’m lying on the floor and my uncle is just standing their staring straight at me. “Um if you don’t mind can you stop looking at me like that its sort of creeping me out”.

With that comment Mitchell offered his hand which I for some reason accepted helping me to stand up. I brush my behind as if their was a whole lot of dirt on my backside which wouldn’t be the case since my mum cleans my room every two days. She comes in with the vacuum even if I’m still asleep.

“Was their something you wanted” I really needed to break the silence “oh your mother was wanting to know if you want cheese on your spaghetti once it’s ready”. That’s it he came up here just to ask me if I wanted cheese.

With a slight nod I told him yes and then picked my chair up and sat back down at my desk. I thought Mitchell had left my room until I felt his hand on my shoulder “you’re so cute”. By the time I turn around he had already left my room and closed the door behind him.

I’m cute who the hell says that well he does I guess but saying it to me got that gives me a shudder up my spine. Alright this is normal right I mean sure uncles and aunts tell their nieces and nephews are cute right. Wait I’m already sixteen the only relative who would say that to a teenage boy would be my mum.

What’s so cute about me any way I complain a lot I don’t really have very good manners and I can be annoying occasionally. People would probably never admit that to themselves but I sure do. I say these things about me because well basically it’s my personality.

I wouldn’t say I’m that attractive either except my mum says it all the time and my dad thinks so to. I have had a girlfriend but that was in primary school I wouldn’t really consider that a girlfriend boyfriend relationship though.

Dinner was finally ready and I was the only one at the table just eating my dinner and not saying a word. Mitchell kept talking about me and how I’m doing at school thank god he didn’t say anything about me getting in trouble today. Yeap I was told of because I nearly fell asleep in one of Mr Richards lessons.

I was about to excuse myself when my dad had to tell me something and you wouldn’t believe what it was. “Before I forget Jesse you know how I told you that Mitchell is my brother well the other bit that I forgot to say was that he is actually my step-brother”. My mouth dropped so that’s why I couldn’t see any resemblance it was because they weren’t even blood related.

Which basically means that my teacher is only related to me because his dad married my dad’s mum. So basically it was through marriage that’s how my dads related to my teacher.

It all now makes basic sense and that’s also why I hadn’t known that I had an uncle because our relation isn’t by blood. Well thank god for that wo wo wait a minute even though were not related by blood he is still my uncle. Just when things started to lift up I had completely forgot about that topic.

Also none the less he is still my teacher as well, come on god give me a damn brake for once.


Hope you liked it there is still more to come…