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also passed me a tiny white tank top that must have been his ten year old brothers, my boobs just about fit in. He wore his patchy jeans and a white button down shirt, he called a taxi and off we went (surprisingly it was already 9 o’clock, we’d slept the day away – though I felt a little better for it). There was people everywhere, I’d never been to a house party before but this was insane. People danced on tables, on the stairs even fell asleep on couches.

 

He strolled in, somewhat a little unstably but we’d made it. And Katie was nowhere to be found. I sat down on a couch defeated, some dude came up to me and offered me a bottle of water – he was a friend of Scots, or was it Katie’s I never remember. I opened it and judged the lot before thankyou him, but he was nowhere to be seen. I went in search of him but with every step my head felt a little fuzzier, I felt someone touch my ass but when I turned around no one was there –I’d even lost Jase. Scared I made my way to the front door, but before I got there Katie stood in front of me – something in her hand. A phone? I don’t know everything went dark.

 

I woke up on a hard mattress smelling of puke. I led there dazed for some time before I could even sit up. Beside my bed was a bottle of water – was it the one from before? I looked up and found myself in a cage. Literally a prison cell, worriedly I sat up as the guard outside my room opened the door. Silently he led the way into ‘Interview room 1’.

 

‘What do you have to say for yourself young lady?’ The man asked, he was in his mid-forties, balding and greying. ‘Pardon?’ I asked confused. ‘Well at least you have manners kid, your parents have been called and are making their way here. Before they come though I want to know what you remember.’ He asked me politely.

 

‘Erm, I remember going out with a friend and crashing at his house. Erm maybe going to school. I – I think I went to Katie Lazlo’s’ house. I remember walking in and feeling tired so I drank some water. Erm, I remember feeling I’ll and then I guess I passed out. I think it was the water, the guy who handed it to me diapered.’ I told him truthfully. He nodded but look at me sadly. ‘I’m afraid there was nothing in your water Miss Rosaline Daniels. We had the lab check it out. And the only prints of the bottle were yours.’

 

He informed me with a sad tone, ‘Look kid, I’ve read your file – you’re a good kid. But battery on a Teacher, assault on a student isn’t good. We even have witnesses who can set you and Miss Lazlo arguing at a bar across town. And may I add underage drinking. To top it off kid, we found Class A drugs on you. So tell the truth or you could face serious jail time.’ He retorted angrily. ‘I was t-telling the truth Sir. She hit me, and in school I hit her back I-I didn’t mean to hurt a teacher and I don’t take drugs ask my parents.’ I replied crying.

 

‘Fraid we have, said you’ve been acting strange lately. You’ve never drunk or even smoked before, your poor folks blame themselves. You got two choices kid – attend a reform school or go to juvy. We’ve already talked to the school and your parents and they would like you to attend. The school feels its best for you and you’re... needs. Of course they will provide safety measures and you will be expected to attend the school until the end of august. After that period of time the schooling will no longer be mandatory – unless you slip up again. Sigh here for the school, seriously Kid it’s your best option.’

 

 

I nodded and through my tears I wrote my signature., the scratch of the pen on paper was the only sound I could here. ‘Right, an officer has been sent to collect your personal effects from your home. As soon as you’re done with your parents you will be escorted there immediately. ‘Thankyou sir.’ I whispered crying, I led with my head on the desk and waiting for my parents to come in.

Chapter eight

A fresh new beginning

 

I felt numb like this was some kind of practical joke. Over three days I had ruined my whole life. It was weird I felt somewhat relieved. No more expectations, no more wanting to be perfect I had already hit rock bottom. There was no place else to go. As it was January I had basically seven months, seven months to straighten out. To get my life together, I inhaled deeply as I heard my mother’s high pitched voice ‘Where is my baby?’ a low pitched man’s voice came closer and closer towards my door.

 

‘Right this way ma’am and sir.’ I stood up and braced myself as she threw herself into my arms, he hair dishevelled and my dad’s shirt crumpled with mascara stains on the collar. It was my fault, all mine. ‘I’m so sorry mum.’ I whispered. ‘So sorry.’ I whispered again and again sobbing. ‘Shh it’ll be okay sweetie, everything will be okay. They’ll take care of you.’ She whispered back. My dad threw his arms around us both and said nothing, we all knew it was my fault. We all knew I could do nothing to fix it. We stood silent until they pulled me away. I was literally handcuffed and marched into a plush town car. My phone, bag and ‘my’ cigarettes were placed on the car seat next to me.

 

I no longer felt like a rebel, I felt like a failure. I leaned my head on the cars window still feeling hung over. Three hours later and we were still driving, three hours and my arms were still cuffed behind my back. I felt like I was going to lose a hand at any given moment. ‘You alright kid?’ One of the guys asked for the first time. ‘Numb hand but I am well thank you.’ I replied feeling a little better. ‘I’d let you out but it’s against rules, couple of minutes and were there anyway have a look.’ He called back again, I saw from his face he was sympathetic – young brown haired and blue eyed.

 

I looked out the window and he was right, we were here. How did I know? Because it was a bunch of building surrounded with grassy land. Surrounding the dull looking grass was barbed wire. I could almost taste the sea salt of a nearby ocean. Funny we were in England, its cold all the time – why next to an ocean? I thought to my self silently peering at my new and improved jail cell. We waited as the gates shuddered open, icicles flew apart and broke mid-air. Agonisingly slow we drove towards the security box. Two uniformed security guards stood there looking bored. ‘This her?’ One of them asked peering through the window. ‘Yes sir.’ One of the Police men replied. ‘Man she’s not going to survive a week!’ He replied allowing the little white and red gate to go up. He laughed as he waved us through. Laughed.

 

As soon as the car stopped I sat in the car jiggling about wanting to be free. A woman and three students walked towards the car door. ‘Will someone get her out already?’ Who I assumed to be the head mistress called annoyed. She had white fine hair curled up in to a tight bun, she wore a cream skirt – suit combo and just seemed to breathe power. One of the students that was walking with her opened the car door and seeing my cuffed state, unbuckled me too. I shuffled my legs to the right side and stood up uncertainly. ‘Thankyou’ I whispered quietly the guy who helped me out. I jumped up and down a couple times to recover my sleepy feet. ‘Ma’am may I?’ the same officer as before called. She nodded and asked the other male student to come forward. In his hands he held a kind of chunky watch. I noticed that none of the students there had one.

 

As soon as the handcuffs were free the student holding the watch looking gadget in his hands quickly captured my left wrist and closed it on. It was chunky and uncomfortable and I almost immediately looked for some way to take it off before looking into the well-groomed guy in front of me, ‘Sorry but you won’t be getting that off anytime soon.’ He whispered, his blue eyes alight. ‘Right Rosaline, we have you stationed in the rehabilitation dorm with the rest of the troubled adolescents. This is my grandson Henry the male head prefect, and here is the female head prefect Delilah and the top student council representative Simon, he was the only one with glasses. They have all assured me that they will take good care of you, farewell child.’ She called walking away happily. I looked at her confused, already my head pulsated with an oncoming migraine. ‘Ew, henry this one is drunk!’ Delilah called repulsed.

 

‘They do get much more repulsing as each year goes by. Listen you scoundrel – you don’t own this school nor will you. Keep your head down or we’ll make your life a living hell. Dyson grab her belongings and take her to your dorm, and while you’re at it do tidy yourself up. Have some pride.’ And with that they left me there like an idiot. ‘Wouldn’t listen to anything they say, there all pretentious twats anyway. I’m Dyson and you Rose?’ He started more than asked. ‘Something like that.’ I muttered squeezing my wrist. I opened the police car and retrieved my bag, and went to the trunk of the car – there stood a dark purple suitcase and a small carryon bag that I knew had my laptop in.

 

Dyson grabbed the suitcase and I quickly grabbed the carryon bag quickly calling thanks to my drivers. ‘Oh manners haven’t heard those in a while.’ He told me smiling. ‘Surely people have manners here?’ I asked a little disgruntled, my hangover was in full blast. ‘Well you heard those pretentious pricks, and the rest of us are delinquents, they don’t say please.’ He said already walking towards a redbrick building a little away from the rest of the buildings. ‘You say they – like you are not one of them.’ I replied intrigued. ‘Hmm your right, I am superior.’ He laughed throwing his gold mane of hair back, his eyes were a kind light blue that twinkled. ‘You’re an idiot.’ I told him smiling a little. We walked into the building and a woman was stationed there, an old style phone / booth sat on the wall beside her. She was around her mid-thirties and smelt of cheese for some reason. ‘Mindy this is the new girl Rose’ he told her smiling ruefully. ‘

 

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