''The Private Lives of Teachers''

It was September 2007, and I guess you could say I wasn't to excited about starting school, but a blink of an eye it was already the summer. My dad came to pick me up from my last day of school, and notices I was talkin to Ms. T he got out of his car and jumped in to the conversation. 5 minutes went by and Ms. T asked if we were going anywere over the summer, my dad answeres quitely "Nowere this year" I reply "Why I want to go to England" we were having a small arguement and Ms. T butted in and offered to take me to England for 2 days. Im looking at him with my mouth opened, because of such a generous offer. My dad said" Thank you but we will have to think about it." We drove home and we got straight to the point, we were discussing it for quite a while, and the final decision was...



The final decision was yes, I ran upstairs, packed my bags and called Ms.T to tell her I can come, and she was extatic.The next day I was in England, near Oxford. When we arrived at Ms.T's villa, we quickly unpacked because we were ready for the big, friendly match of the summer. It was Man United VS Arsenal, we jumped in the car and drove to the stadium, as you might know Ms.T is an Arsenal supporter and I am a Man United supporter, unluckily for her we were playing at our own pitch. We got through and sat down in Arsenal's crowd, we waited patiently until the game started, the players came on to the pitch, shaking everyones hands and the whistle was blown. The game started, both teams were playing very good, unfortunately Arsenal got the first goal, Emmanuel Adebayor was the scorer. All the Arsenal fans were shouting and hollering they were all out of their seats I was the only person in sitting down in the crowd. The match nearly reached it's peek and it was still 0-1.

It was still 0-1 and there were 3 minutes left for the game to end, it was unbelivable though Rooney equalized, and seconds later in injury time, Scholes scored from out of the box and it was 2-1, I wasn't supposed to stand up when Man United scored because I was in the Arsenal crowd but I couldn't help myself, I jumped up, put my hands up and sang one of Man United's songs, I looked back and some threw beer bottles at me and I also got hit by this buff Arsenal supporter, but I guess I deserved it. we left a minute later so we wouldn't have anymore complications, we drove back to the house and I just wouldn't shut up, I drove Ms.T crazy I couldn't stop talking about the match. When we got back I ran to the freezer and took a few ice-packs, I sat down on the couch put the TV on and just relaxed, Ms.T joined me a few minutes later, we stayed up quite late talking and watching the hilights of the match over and over again.

The next morning we both got up late round about 03:30 in the afternoon, we had about 3 hours to spare before we took the plane back to Cyprus, we packed our bags, put them in the car and drove to a pub near by. Whilst driving Ms.T told me that it is an Arsenal pub so becareful of what you say, we sat down and we ordered one beer and one shandy, we got through our drinks, but Ms.T wanted one more beer she took the beer in her hands and a ma in a loud voice said,"Do you remember me" we both looked behind us and it was the man that hit me in the match, he was just about to hit me again but then Ms.T reacted so fast and hit the man with the beer glass, I sat there with my mouth opened and said,"We should get out of here before we end up on the 6 o' clock news and the morning papers." Ms.T and I quickly ran to the rental car and drove to the airport and got on to the plane, we sat in our seats and we both sighed, and I asked,"So does this make us criminals?" she replied quietly,"I think so" We arrived in Cyprus and we both clapped our hands and said ,"Home Sweet Home."