A Story By Lucy H....PART 4

Lola fidgeted as she stood waiting by the door of her colourfuly decorated classroom. She had arranged with Miss Harnold that they would have a chat at lunch time so that Miss Harnold would undersand why Lola was a bit grumpy. Just as Lola was going to go and look for her teacher, Miss Harnold came trotting down the brightly lit corridoor.
"Sorry I'm a bit late; I had a bit of a long conversation with Mrs Fornet from year two," she was almost singing in her jolly voice.
Soon Lola was blurting out the whole story in detail; she had a good relationship with most teachers. Miss Harnold sat listening, quite suprised by the Lola that was being described now. At the end of Lola's speech Miss Harnold thought for some silent seconds. After that she fumbled through her letter folder and produced a cream letter from it.

A Story By Lucy H..... PART 3

Lola stumbled into class with a frown hung on her face. Her backpack was bulging with random things like bouncy balls, boxes and stuff like that. She wasn't late but still people stared at her when she entered. Miss Harnold, worried about Lola ,quikly finished the register , came over and layed her hand on Lola's hunched shoulder.
"Can...can I have a chat with you at lunch time?" mumbled Lola. Miss Harnold was fine with the request and postponed some other plans immediatly. The morning went so slow that it seemed lunch wasn't ever going to happen. Lola nearly fell asleep when finally the dear lunch bell rang.

A story by Lucy H...PART 2

At the dinner table Lola was silent. She and her mum sat quietly looking down at their plates. Lola, boredom taking the better of her, looked up at her mothers face. She hadn't done this properly for a long time now and saw that this lady looked much more tired and old than than the lady in her picture upstairs.

"Mum, er well my teacher set me this really hard homework and it's due for tomorrow."

" .......Lola, you know that I have had a hard week and I need a rest at the moment. I'm afraid that I can't help you with your homework now," Lola's mother groaned in a croakey voice. Lola had picked up all that courage to ask her and her mother hadn't even cared. She'd have to explain to Miss Harnold that the homework was to hard and she wasn't good enough for a place in the top group. Yes, that would have to happen tomorrow.

A story by Lucy H...PART 1

Lola looked up at the picture above her desk. It was of Lola on her mum's shoulders in Scotland. That seemed so long ago. She could only remember the holiday by looking at that picture. Lola sighed and looked back at her homework. Her teacher, Miss Harnold ,thought that she should be in the top group but personally Lola thought that she sould be at the bottom let alone in the middle.

"Anyway," she muttered to herself, "Miss has given me some homework and expects me to do it and doing what she expects can't do any harm, can it?"

She was reading the second question when, through the thin floor boards, she heard her mother's stressed voice calling her for dinner.