Lonely This Christmas

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particular brought back a memory as clear as if it had happened only yesterday.
    She was taken back to the seventies, yet another era of typical teenage rebellion. Before the decade was over the ultimate in teenage rebellion would evolve, namely the punk rock movement. Also in this decade, equal rights for women would have its heyday, most homes would own a color TV set, and the United Kingdom would have its first female prime minister.
    But this was 1974, and these things hadn’t happened yet. The biggest excitement in Elaine and Judy’s life was joining the protests to allow girls to wear trousers in school. If the women could have equal rights, then girls shouldn’t be forced to wear skirts, especially in the wintertime. If boys could wear trousers then why couldn’t they?
     

Chapter Two
     
    Ian Thompson, was 5ft 7inches, had jet black hair which rested neatly on his shoulders, and his eyes were a deep chocolaty brown. He was best mates with Kevin Walker who was the class clown. Kevin Walker’s bright blonde hair was styled exactly like Ian’s, but his eyes were hazel colored. They walked alike, talked alike, and dressed alike; and so they were frequently referred to as ‘The terrible twins’.
    Almost every classroom prank involved Kevin and Ian. They had been best mates since junior school and they were virtually inseparable. Judy had only just joined the school and had never seen such a mischievous pair before. Whilst everyone else in the class was used to their antics, Judy was amazed that they dared to fool around the way that they did. Her last school was much smaller and behavior like theirs would never have been tolerated. In fact, she couldn’t think of anyone in her previous school who would have dared to give it a try!
    With Christmas only around the corner, spirits were running high in the classroom and Kevin Walker was on top form. The history lesson had been underway for half an hour already, and Miss Turnbull was still talking. Miss Turnbull was a thirty year old modern thinking and fashion conscious teacher, although to a fourteen year old, thirty still seemed ancient. With her trendy dress resting daringly above her knees, she stood out against the other more matronly traditional type of teacher. She even had a sense of humor, which was still quite unusual in those days. While many of the newly qualified teachers were happy to move with the times, most of the older teachers still modeled themselves on the ‘Tom Brown’s School Days’ teacher.
    So there she was, rambling enthusiastically about the life of James Cook and his superior knowledge of scurvy and its prevention, while most of the class struggled to prevent themselves from dozing off. It was then that Kevin quietly lifted the lid of his desk and slid out his lunch box, which contained a small pork pie and two hard boiled eggs. Miss Turnbull was so engrossed in her lecture that she failed to notice him fumbling around. The first time Kevin gained her attention was when he raised his hand.
    “Miss, Miss; Miss Turnbull; what’s this?”
    Miss Turnbull looked across the classroom, where Kevin was holding the small pork up to the side of his head.
    “I don’t know Kevin, please tell me,” responded Miss Turnbull in a weary tone.
    “It’s a ‘pie on ear’. Do you get it Miss … pie on ear … pioneer.”
    As a rumble of muffled laughter spread around the classroom, growing louder by the second, Miss Turnbull slowly rose from her seat. Her face reddened and it suddenly clashed with her bright auburn hair. Picking up her text book entitled ‘Greatest Pioneers in History’, she walked silently over to where Kevin Walker was seated.
    Do you know what this is, Kevin?” asked Miss Turnbull, as she held the text book up in front of his face.
    “Err, no Miss,” he smirked.
    “Smack on ear,” she retorted, as she slammed the text book across the side of his head. “Now, get out of my classroom!”
    “Oh man, I was only joking.

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