English Class - Bog 3 - Birth

Anyway where was I? My birth… Well truth is I can’t remember it and you really don’t want me retelling my Mum’s gruesome stories of the pain I caused her. My first memory? Dad walking out when I was 2, lots of crying (Mum and Dad not me). More gruesome stuff, let’s not get into that either.
So… Well we’re not really talking about my childhood...
Well we’ve got to write something for you to read Miss - sorry I've been writing in my private blog instead☺
Anyway at least you’ll be pleased to know I’ve got quite into this blog thing I like the idea of a complete record of my life right now. But I’m pretty sure I don’t want you to know it all – no offense.

English Class - Blog 2 - Diego

Goddamn that boy loves himself! He is pretty cool but he don’t rule and he ain’t the king and, truth be told, he’s not that hot at footie either but then none of us is compared with Gabriel, The Boy With The Magic Feet. He won’t show off either. Probably he’s gonna leave us all soon and go play for Barçelona (no joke!) which is why he’s the kid in our year “most likely to have a great future” and the rest of us’ll end up doing whatever our dads do.
Comments from Rey and Gabs below...