Read this and see what you think
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I’d started the day like any other. Getting to school-late. Going into form-very late which usually resulted in break detention which of course I was used to, after all I did it on purpose (hey, you would too if you went what I went through) I had managed to get through lesson one and two with no trouble whatsoever and had generally been left alone and had not heard one crude comment about my appearance! I know Shock horror, right? Then it came to P.E....
Don’t get me wrong I love P.E. it’s one of my favourite subjects; it’s the people I’m forced to do it with that I dislike.
So I got changed into my kit as per usual and walked out onto the field hockey stick resting on my shoulder blade with the handle balanced on my palm. The lesson was just beginning so I joined the end of the line and was put into team 3. We were non bibs, playing team 4- Katie’s team.
We discussed as a team what positions we’d be playing. I must say Katie’s comment was rather unnecessary.
“Oy, Kylie put Jez in goal! She’ll fill up half of it!†Came a snide comment from across the pitch. There were several high pitched squeals of laughter and I felt my cheeks turn a deep crimson. To you this probably seemed such a pathetic tease but I got it every day of the year and it was endless and wasn’t going to stop; and the comments got alot worse and it was more than once I’d been hit or slapped by her and her mates. In the end I played midfield. It was halfway through the match when I completely lost it. She was coming head on with the ball; that smug smile spread right across her face. Then suddenly something inside me lit and burned. It was a flame of anger, fury.
A flame of pure Hell.
My will-power and self-control were two birds in a cage. Trapped and useless.
Something told me that an injury on Katie was acceptable (in fact in my eyes-required). After two full of years of being harassed, tormented and just generally bullied.
I no longer had control of my physical body as I rampaged, full speed ahead, throwing my shoulder into her chest knocking her flat to a hard stone ground with a solid thud. We both went flying and I practically felt the skin tear from the whole right-hand side of my body as I went down. The blood stung my nose as soon as my head lifted from the floor. Katie probably felt the same but I didn’t care about her besides since when did she ever care about me being injured? She scrambled to her feet and tried to run but I was far to fast for her then again with my current state of mind I could probably have out run a cheetah. With my Hockey stick held out at arm’s length I slammed it into her back, once again, flooring her, only this time it was her face that contacted the floor- a gravel floor. I was on her back in seconds. Before I knew it I had the end of the Thick Wooden Hockey stick, held precisely in line with her skull, at the perfect angle to shatter it completely. But before the devil inside me could act much more: My weapon was slipped from my hands and I was yanked off Katie by three P.E. teachers (may I point out the school only has four and one of them was seeing to Katie, so I must have been pretty bad) and dragged off the school pitch. I was still thrashing and shouting by the time I was in the Isolation room. Probably why they: dumped me in there, slammed the door, locked it and legged it.
I was left alone.
While I collected myself from the floor, the whole scene, everything that happened, washed over me. I felt so dizzy and a bit I like I’d just been punched in the stomach...
I slumped into the corner, tears streaming down my face like rivers, practically crying an ocean I coiled up on my side into a ball. What the hell had just happened to me? Was I turning into a monster? I used to be quite violent as a younger child but that was all left behind now. Wasn’t it?
Breathing Heavily, The same questions streamed through my head.
‘Had I killed her? Would I have killed her? Is she gonna kill me? ‘
At that point I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up by some member of staff later on that day and sent to the P.E. Hall where I was told to wait for a member of staff.
Chapter 2
So I sat on the edge of the trampoline reflecting on my actions. That was supposedly what my three hour detention after-school each day for the next two weeks was for, though really I suspected I was just going to get a lecture when Mrs arrived.
After waiting another half hour I got bored, so decided to resort to making good and proper use of the trampolines the P.E. staff-much to my convenience- had left out. As I entertained myself doing summersaults, the door opened and someone entered, though I’m not entirely sure who as I was upside down at this exact moment in time.
“Oh, Jez!†I heard, from the tone of the voice I then knew exactly who it was.
“Hi, Miss!†I said cheerfully as I landed perfectly on the sole of both feet.
She shook her head, dismissing my welcome and sat on the padded rim of the schools trampoline. Which I must point out is an awful shade of green sort of like Algae or Moss or maybe mould and all those other repulsive things people hate to find around your home.
She patted a space beside; and I flopped down, into that exact spot.
“Explanation†she said drily. I remained silent and my eyes wandered away into the opposite direction. Obviously she’d seen the whole thing and she was the only one who actually knew what went on between me and Katie. “Jezebelle†she was getting Impatient now and god that name was so irritating. I slid down onto the pine wood floor and leaned against the silver metal trampoline leg.
“I...I...I guess I just lost it†I stammered feeling my eyes burn
“Why Jez?†She asked sitting beside me, putting the ‘I’m desperate to know’ voice on
“She was winding me up, again†I bit down on my lip and looked towards a rather sorry looking lilac wall.
“So you decided to kill her?†It was a rhetorical question but I answered it anyway
“Yeahâ€
An arm went round my back the same time I felt an unfamiliar salty liquid slide down my cheek and I rested my head on her shoulder. To you this will seem incredibly strange. That’s my fault as I kind of forgot to mention a rather important detail.
Miss West is also my foster parent as well as my P.E. teacher, creepy-but true.
Her first name was Hannah that’s what I have to call her outside of school. Inside school it’s Miss. West as the confirmation papers haven’t been sent back to us yet and the school don’t exactly know yet either...
Anyway the rest of my detention was spent tidying away the trampolines and practicing my over arm bowling for the next cricket tournament and I must say after three hours of that I felt as if my arm would quite literally drop off.
Chapter 3
I flopped into the front seat of the car staring out the newly cleaned passenger window at the numerous kids that loomed round the school; despite it being 6:15pm. The stereo was broken so all you could hear was the hum of the engine as we cruised through the neighbourhood to go home. The atmosphere seemed tense. I wanted to laugh but that would just be awkward.
The car came to a halt outside an average sized three bedroom house, which seemed to strange for Hannah to own as she was living by herself, but I soon learnt that one bedroom was now an Office/Marking room, and the extra room was mine.
It had pretty much felt like home as soon as I entered the house for the first time...
I was shaking-real bad, as I took my first step into a small square porch. It had cream walls with a light brown carpet which was nicely matched. I rubbed my new flat shoes on the ‘Home Sweet Home’ door mat and left them by the side of the mat. I was now barefooted and the carpet felt so soft under my feet, like a whole sea of cotton wool. A gentle hand on my back guided me through the porch into the living room -
The colour scheme was the same but it looked so cosy. There was a soft plush chocolate coloured sofa with three fluffy cream cushions leaning against the arm of the chair. They faced a large toasty open fire which looked fairly modern and clean but also reminded me of a wooden cabin; like the ones I’d seen on the photos from Canada, which one of the girls I used to house with showed me.
There was a Pine Cd and DVD cabinet which were pretty much full and overflowing. A single photo in a frame stood precariously on top. I stood on my toes for a better look but still couldn’t see. Hannah reached up and handed it to me. I gave her a shy smile and studied it closely. It was Hannah when she was about my age stood with a hockey stick over her shoulder-the way I carried mine and in her other hand a gleaming golden cup-which I later noticed was in a trophy cabinet in the study. I smiled silently to myself and gave it back.
“That’ll be you one day if you stick at your Hockey†she said raising her eyebrows and glancing down at me. I rolled my eyes and went to nose into the kitchen.
I had been round the whole house within fifteen minutes, except for one room-mine.
“Don’t shy away just go in†Hannah said almost throwing me through the door. I walked in and was amazed. She’d done an amazing job. The walls were a ruby red and the carpet was thick, soft and midnight black. A metal framed bed was tucked in the corner and a Guitar shaped CD rack was hung on the wall. There was also a walk in wardrobe which I felt quite happy to step into, I was even happier when I realised it had been adapted so that my hockey stick, tennis racket and netball all had room to fit in. I sat on the bed looking around mouth open wide; it was pretty much my dream room...
“It’s amazing†I gasped “Thank you so much†I ran up and hugged her.
“Glad you like it†Hannah grinned with satisfaction “Anyway what do you fancy for tea?â€
I laughed and followed her down the flight of stairs, while examining the takeaway leaflet.
Chapter 4
I returned to the present. Swaning in like usual and kicking my ballet flats of by the door. I walked calmly over to the sofa and flopped onto my back and said “Alas†and closed my eyes. It was one of those ‘L’ shaped sofas and it was really really comfy I had fallen asleep on it many a time and been jabbed till I woke up.
Of course my bliss didn’t last long at all as I was zapped harshly in the sides and disturbed. I rolled over onto my front burying my head into the cushions.
Hannah lay out onto the other half of the sofa and looked at me and said “so before P.E. how was your day?â€
“Peaceful†I muttered though it must have sounded something like ‘peeshfuw’ as I had half a cushion squashed into my face. I could move; I just couldn’t be bothered.
I sat up as soon as I heard the letter box clang and I rushed for the mail, but before I was even half way Hannah had them in her hands.
I moaned as she tore open the one from school and read...
“Dear Parent/Guardian,
Due to your child’s increasingly bad behaviour, she will be in Isolation for the following week and will attend a three hour afterschool detention every day this week with one of the P.E. staff. Blah Blah Blah...
You’re sincerely Mr. White-Headmasterâ€
Well the school wastes no time in punishing me do they? ‘Increasingly bad behaviour’ is a bit drastic considering it was only one event, then again there’s the amount of times I’ve walked out of other lessons. But I don’t think I’ll tell Hannah that.
Of course there was tons more in the letter but that bit was the most important. I couldn’t help but laugh at that. Of course this earned me a scowl and a lecture, which quickly silenced me. She may be my Foster mum but she was also still my teacher and still scared me when she got mad at me.
“Jez, do you think this is funny? Because trust me I can make you see my side of this story by making you stay in every lunch as well as after-school if it deems necessary†she gave me one of her looks which immediately indicated she was being serious. I had learnt the hard way that that face meant ‘I’m serious’ as I had suffered the wrath of a similar threat before.
“Oh and Jez for laughing, I’m making your tea†she smiled with self satisfaction and disappeared off into the kitchen.
“Noooo please!†my protest came. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good cook or anything or even that I didn’t think she’d cook something I liked, it was just that I’d been eating smaller portions lately to try and loose the flab that hung unattractively round my waist, Hannah went ballistic when she first found out and made me eat a huge tea, no joke she made me, quite literally force-fed. I’d sat there for an hour refusing to eat that much and she had quite literally scooped some up and shoved it in my mouth- I learnt fast to do as I was told. I like being bossed around by someone though, it felt like I had proper parent who cared and made sure I behaved, whereas the care home had simply sent us to our rooms which had wide windows so easy to sneak out of and escape and if that failed you simply played with what you had; so having a proper parent was fun and a new challenge.
We sat around a pine dinner table eating a fairly large portion of Pasta Risotto with salad, a healthy meal so I demolished the whole plate without a word.
Just as we finished up Hannah spoke up “Are you still coming to Hockey in the morning?â€
“Am I allowed?†I asked eyebrows raised
“Oh not to play, I meant as in to stay and watch with me and even referee if you wantâ€
“Okayâ€
“I can drop you in at Isolation when it finishes, I’m doing theory in the Science room first period so you might as wellâ€
“Coolâ€
“I’ll email the head and let him know thenâ€
I grinned and took the plates into the kitchen.
Chapter 5
The alarm started beeping at some point early that morning and I slammed it down hard, and it shut up. I then remembered what I was doing this morning and dragged my heavy bones out of a warm, comfy bed.
I stood up just as the door swung open and Hannah poked her head round the door “C’mon Jez, we’ll be lateâ€
I changed as quickly as possible and grabbed my school bag which contained: My mobile, My IPod touch and purple headphones, a long novel, an empty notepad, a thick puzzle book and some random pieces of stationery- in case I was forced to do work of some description during isolation.
Dashing out the house, locking the door behind me, I headed towards the car which was waiting with the engine on. I dumped my bag in the foot well, sat down and buckled up.
It was 7:55 by the time we got there, so we were right on time.
“Remember Jez, call me Mrs. West, don’t talk to anyone, keep your head down and ignore any comments, don’t be provoked and most importantly stay with me, okay?â€
I nodded, almost running to catch up (she walks fast).
Most of the girls were already on the sodden hockey field, which had become scarily slippy thanks to the morning dew. Katie glared at me as soon as I was in her sight.
“Miss. West, Jez is in Isolation for the next week, she’s not allowed here†Katie said in her snobby, I’m just trying to help voice, Miss wasn’t swayed.
“Thank you for that Katie, but it really has nothing to do with you who I allow to the club on the morning, wouldn’t you agree?†Hannah replied, she wasn’t being rude-just honest really.
For a single minute I got a glance at Katie’s face. The whole right hand side was cut and grazed which was complimented by a large purple bruise the colour of blackcurrant directly in the centre of her forehead and much to my humour- a large white plaster over her nose.
Hockey passed peacefully, Katie didn’t say a word to me, either because I was Miss all the time, Miss had told her to keep her nose out my business or possibl -
possibly because I nearly killed her yesterday. Could be one, could be all.
I was escorted to Isolation where I spent my time doing pointless things like: Drawing, Reading and Doing puzzles. At about 02:15pm a text came through ‘you’re a dead kid’ completely bewildered, I replied with ‘who is this’ my phone buzzed with my reply ‘Your worst nightmare’. I rolled my eyes and deleted the texts.
I wandered my way down to the P.E. office.
“Ah, Jez†Miss. West caught me “I’m doing a tournament with the younger years tonight so you’ll have to get home yourself.â€
“It’s fine, I’ll see you laterâ€
“Good lass†she said and was off in a hurry.
Chapter 6
After a three hour detention, I headed home; it was 6:45pm by the time I was out the building. I headed up the path towards the gates. It was very dark and there was only moonlight and a few streetlamps for guidance but having lived with Hannah a while I had learnt my way round pretty well.
I listened to the sound of my footsteps on the tarmac road, breathing quietly. When suddenly there was a cracking sound of autumn leaves which put me on red alert. I stopped and stayed quiet for a minute, heart racing; there was definitely someone else around, at least 3 possibly 4. Being smart I walked across the field and clambered over the metal fence without a sound then crossing the road where I couldn’t be seen from the gate but no matter how I got there I would have to walk past the gate. Pulling up my hood I walked past silently with two headphones in, obviously without the music playing-I needed to be able to hear everything. I got to the gate walking calmly, I managed to pass it before they realised...
Realised who I was.
I heard them before I saw them. The headphones bought me precious time. They thought I couldn’t hear but I could so I had a head start running, they played chase. I had gone a fair distance halfway down the road, before I tripped. My ankle gave way and I fell flat to the ground. I was done for.
I was grabbed harshly by the softer skin on the back of the neck and my head was torn upwards so I could see everything except the identity of my attacker his face was covered by the shadow of his hood. My face was slammed down to the floor repetitively it was agony and I gasped desperately for a raspy breath each time. After several thousand slams, I was picked up from the floor and pinned to a brick wall by two kids while the other two took turns in kicking me. The first was done with the sole of the foot directly into my top lip, the next, ball of the foot straight into my abdomen and the third straight into the solar plexus the most vulnerable part of the body. If hit hard enough it could potentially kill a person. Waves of pain came stronger and stronger, I was dizzy and weak and I could feel warm, sticky blood trickling down the back of my neck and down my face. Eventually I was allowed to drop to the floor I was too beaten and battered to move, my thought at the time was ‘It can’t get any worse than this’. So I allowed the torturers to attack me once more with several kicks into the spine and stomach and the last thing I remembered was someone stamping hard on my shoulder blade and a loud crack and I passed out... -
Is this factual?
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what do you mean?
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Oh, never mind. :)
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If you mean true story then no
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Well, I read some of it and it seems quite far fetched. So, I was wondering if it was a factual composition, or the complete opposite. :)
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Oh, okay. Thanks. :)
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This is really good! You're very good at writing..
but wouldn't this belong in the literature section? -
there's a literature section? whoops sorry didn't see that lol
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