(12 Feb 2015, 3:09 pm)Tommy_1581 wrote Possibly 

Hated the school, a horrible TA had his watch set two minutes early, so I would always stay on the computer until the computer's 1200, then I came into school one day and the computer was gone, and he told me that I had been saying on the computer longer than he says. I then flipped, I climbed up onto the sofa, got some cables and wrapped them around my neck, the staff untangled them and pushed me to the ground, within a minute there was six members of staff restraining me, then I was taken to hospital, sat in there for a good three hours waiting for my mam to come from Ashington to Sunderland with the social worker, the Cacodemon of a head teacher was there along with an airhead of a teacher who previously worked at Asda. At about 1700 I was discharged from the hospital. 

The things kept getting worse until.

One day, I arrived at school in the taxi, the Cacodemon came out of the school with Airhead and the horrible TA. Cacodemon must have had an argument with my mam over the phone. I ran towards the Airhead threatening to push her in front of a car. The horrible TA, came over and did a one-man restraint, of which then a fat Mackem teacher came over and helped the TA get me back into the taxi. I opened the window, hung half my body out of it and shouted "YOU FUCKING WANKERS! YOU CAN KEEP YOUR FUCKING BUS TIMETABLES AND TICKETS I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING SHITE! GO FUCK YOURSELVES YOU FUCKING FUCKTARDS!" while giving them all of the banned gestures.

The taxi driver was a different one to usual, he was traveling at around 80mph, of which then I snapped a ruler, threw pencils all over the taxi, and started shouting at him "STOP THIS TAXI NOW! IF YOU DON'T I WILL MAKE YOU!" he continued driving at a dangerous speed, until, I unfastened the seatbelt, and started hitting him, and kicking the chair, of which he did an emergency stop, pulled into the lay by and called the police.

The rozzers arrived and put me in the back of the van, at that time, I was so low, my face was apparently "grey" and I was distressed. Upon arrival at South Shields rozzer station, I was put in some sort of visitor room, and was awaiting my mam and auntie to pick me up. 

I never went back to Sunderland for a long time.

I never wanted to go back to that school.