It was 7.30 a.m when Johny Gunman got up to go to school. He was called Gunman because he always went to school with a plastic gun acting like James Bond (of course never made a very good job of it). Every time he pointed the gun at anyone it would be like cat and mouse (Johny was the mouse by the way) and would always get beaten up and come home with a black eye and a bust lip.

   His first lesson is biology with Mr Barnham. Everybody in his class laughed at him when he handcuffed himself to the table leg and forgot the keys had been confiscated from him by his form tutor Mrs Robinson.

It wasn’t until 10.30 a.m the same day he had been given detention. He tried sending his girlfriend Alex a picture of Mr Burnham but got caught by him, he said, “do I really look like this” so Johny said “yes, very little hair no smile at all and your as blind as a ding bat”. He got another days detention for saying that. Every time Alex saw him she giggled until her side ached.

 It was now home time and already wished he was dead. By the time he got home it was 5.50 p.m and his mother said, “where have you been”, “sweeping the street with a toothbrush” Johny said. I took your advice and never pointed my gun at anyone. But the day was not over yet. As a gang of lowlifes called the” tailors” knocked on the front door. Johny opened it and got a nice welcome with a punch in the face from one person in the gang called Freddy Cloth. When he went back into the front room mum said, “What happened to you?” so Johny said “got attacked by the cat” so mum said “ we do not have a cat”. It was nine o’clock when Johny’s mum stopped nagging him.

The next morning Johny was up and ready for school he thought he’d have a change and take the bus, but he had missed it, so he walked. On the way he nipped into the shop for some fags, when he heard gunshots in the shop’s back. He noticed he’d walked into the middle of a terrorists raid. He stood there in shock and when the terrorists heard the siren of a police car they all ran and put all of their guns in Johny’s hand, thinking he was the coat stand.

Story by David – age 13