It all started on the day that my mum came home from my school parents evening. Steam was swiftly coming out of her ears, like a pressure cooker ready to explode. I really thought that at any minute she would 'take off'. I began reciting in my head ten, nine, eight, seven, six...... I never did reach blast off before she began ranting at me again. It turns out that my dull and boring History teacher, Mr Butler had slated me, saying that I always messed around in his class. Well I did to be honest I hated history. It was one of my worst subjects. I could not understand why we needed to learn...