It was half five and I was in the living room with my mum. We just had a fight that morning so we weren’t exactly too happy to see each other.

“Look Ben, I know we’ve been shouting at each other and I don’t think that’s going anywhere, so we’re both gonna stop that now.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do.” I thought to myself, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to start another fight.

“Anyway, I was also gonna say that I want you to go to this maths revision club after school on Wednesday. I know that you’ll miss that church club, but this is more important and your dad thinks that as well.”

In shock and fear, I responded saying “Why can’t I just do revision at home? I’ll get just as much out of it as that club and I won’t miss Jolt.”

“We’ll talk later about this with dad another day. So do you want to talk about your day?”

I walked slowly up the stairs as I began to process what had just happened to me. “Is this all going to go because of a fucking revision session?”

I couldn’t believe it. After dinner, I somehow had the guts to call Aimee. When I told her the news, she didn’t say much at first; I guess she was in as much shock as me. We talked about how our days had been for a few minutes and then I had to hang up.

It’s now Tuesday night (the day before the club) and we still haven’t talked about it with dad. I knew I had two options here: Don’t go to Jolt and never see one of my best friends again or have a pissed off bitch for the rest of my life. I made my decision and I waited until tomorrow.

I walked out of R.E; feeling like I’ve lost my mind. Looking to the left of me, I took a deep sigh and I went right, up the hill, to the church.