I live in a small town called West Heidelburger, in the Northern part of Melbourningham. I live in a small unit with my father and a budgie, plus three fish.

One day the town lunatic - Matthew, came running up to me telling me to get out of West Heidelburgen because the teachers were opening a concentration school in Ivanhoe (a neighbouring village). I said, "Don't be silly, the teachers wouldn't attack the northern suburbs - we are no good to them". But Matt refused to listen and begged me to move, but I called Mont Park and they took him away.

After a few days, life was getting back to normal - the Liberal Party seemed to be beating the teachers and they might not be able to get near the northern suburbs. Then shocking news! The teachers went on strike and the Liberals backed off.

One week later, three schools were set up in West Heidelburgen - LaTrobe, Bell Street and Banksia Street campus. I was moved to Bell street which was good because that meant I wouldn't have to go to LaTrobe, but it also was bad because Banksia was next.

My father was too old and weak to go to a campus, so they left him at home, but I was just at the right age. The head of our year was Ms Vaurokenburgen, who seemed to be fairly friendly, but worked us hard. Our daily routine was this - roll call in the morning - work - a half hour break - more work - one hour break and then, of course, more work!

I made some friends, such as Lauriezack and Casenhow - they looked after me, but Lauriezack got in a lot of trouble. I actually liked one of the teachers - Ms Cannonvitson, she liked me. She was nice and never told me off, but then the day came - they told us to pack our things as they were shipping us to Banksia Street.

It meant I had to walk many blocks, so I just caught public transport. I arrived and they put us all into our teacher party. Mr Coatsenburger greeted us. He said, "you are in a concentration school in Ivanhoe. If you misbehave we will strike out with detentions and suspensions, but if you work I'm sure you will enjoy your stay here."

We had a new leader - Mr Toohenhowzer, so it was different. He was a big bloke who was tough, but fair. He said, "year eight at Banksia can be a place of joy (joy what a word) or it can be a place of misery - it's your choice". I wish it was that easy.

Year eight flew by, without me getting in trouble with Toohenhowzer, so that was okay, but when we reached Year nine, a Ms Vaurokenburgen was in charge and she had a mean streak, so I developed one to counter hers, but I lost out in the end!

I looked to my father for support, but he didn't want to give it to me. I turned to Casenhow and Lauriezack, but they were getting in trouble as well, so I knew I would soon be suspended, so I attempted to escape, but I knew that wasn't easy, because they did roll call at the beginning of every class and if I attempted to escape, they would surely notice my absence from class. I thought 'stuff getting caught - I don't care', so I just walked out.

I never got caught.

THE END

Oh... sorry that was a lie - I did get caught, so the story continues. I was put through hard work in years 9 and 10, but in year 11, I was tortured. I had Ms Vaurokenburger, Mr Fogathetta, Mr Olearuhize and Mrs Bouhahnbine all on my back and I think it was about to snap. I copped detentions - contracts - lectures - they struck out with truncheons and sent letters home to dad. I grew weak, I was stressed out - it looked like this was the end, so I wrote about my life hoping that if I died somebody would finish my story.

Chris died on the 17th of November 1995, so I have to finish his story. Two minutes after his death, the teachers had a change of heart and started to be nice to everyone. It sucks to be him.