My Brother - By Jeremy Wilson
Chapter 4
I was going to school for two years now, I was seven and Jonathan five, he had only just started and didn't know the troubles of school yet. Life would have been so much better without school, if everyone could serve their selves from the magical tree which always bears fruit, from the field which always grows potatoes. But all that was only a dream, every day, we had to go to school, get up early in the morning to go and learn some stupid division or sentence where we have to find the subject. School is obligatory until sixteen but we really had to work badly to come out at sixteen, it's fine if you want to be dustbin man or plumber but personally, I'd prefer an interesting job to something so useless as picking up rubbish. I'm not telling you what to do but that's my choice. Anyway teachers never seemed to like me for some reason. Let me give you an example: the teacher I had in first, second, third and fourth did not like me at all, my brother had the same teacher and she liked him. My brother always had good marks in behaviour, not me at all, my marks were terrible, even though I did everything I could. When I came back from school I would get punished for the bad mark I got that day. The teacher didn't like my mother ether and would reply badly to her when it was for me, for Jonathan she would be nice with my mum for some unexplainable reason, unless it was that she "really" hated me.
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