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 Created on 6-21-08
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My heels clunk against the wooden floors of St. Claire’s, as I walk briskly. Up and down stairs, round and round corners. After half an hour I give up.
Kelly is nowhere to be seen.
I panic. I run to the teaching blocks and burst into every open classroom, calling her name again and again. I become out of breath, but continue my search.
As I slam the final classroom door behind me, I lean against a wall running my fingers through my hair. “Shit, shit, shit- where are you Kelly?” I hiss to myself.
There’s a scuffle from down the corridor. I run towards the noise and crash through the double doors.
“KELLY!” I exclaim.
But it’s not Kelly, it’s just the school secretary. A timid lady- very short, even shorter than me. She hides her pretty face behind long, frizzy, red hair and thick, black glasses.
“Erm… Miss Winters?” She whispers, “We er… we just received a call from er… the hospital. Your mother?”
I stiffen as she mentions my mum.
“I don’t want to hear about her right now,” I mutter, much ruder than I had intended. I push past and walk back to the living quarters. Amber and Chelsea are up.
“Do you, like, mind or whatever?” Chelsea spits at me.
“Well done Chelsea, that was almost an understandable sentence.” I sigh sarcastically.
“You’ve been clumping around in your heels for an hour now. You woke me up and disturbed my beauty sleep!”
“Oh HEAVEN FORBID!”
“Shut up bitch!”
“How about you shut up your winey little voice and get the hell out of my face!” I push her out of my way.
I grabbed a hoody from my bed and went outside to await Kelly’s return. I bounce my legs up and down as I sit there, a desperate attempt to stay warm. I think hard about where she may be.
Believe it or not, Kelly is fair from provocative. Sure, she dresses to show off her curves- but with a body like that, no one can blame her!
She’s not a virgin. She’s had about five sexual relationships. But they were with people she knew for years. Kelly is not the type of girl to go home with a stranger.
I remember the skinhead from last night. Is he involved?
My thoughts are interrupted. A police car pulls up in front of the bench I’m sitting on. I peer through the windows. I see Kelly sitting in the back. A police officer steps out of the car, and opens the door for her.
Make up has stained her face. She’s as pale as a ghost. Her hair is tousled and messy. Her glamorous clothes from the previous night have been replaced, with drab grey jogging bottoms, and a massive grey jumper. I stand and run towards her, embracing her. She takes a while to respond, but eventually hugs me back. She holds me tight, like she’ll never let go… like she’s scared to let go.
I place my hands on her face. “Kelly, I’ve been so worried! What happened to you?” I question her hurriedly.
She slowly looks up from the floor to meet my eyes, but doesn’t reply.
“Kelly?”
“Are you Jasmine?” The policeman asks bluntly.
“Yes… why?”
“Kelly was asking for you at the station. We’ll leave you with her for now. Where’s your principle?”
“I… um… I don’t know- ask the secretary”
He and his partner then march across the gravel and head directly for the reception of the school. I turn back to Kelly’s face. Tears are now streaming down her face. I hold her close and pull her down to sit on the bench.
I hug her as she cries into my shoulder. After a while, the head mistress pulls up at the school. She looks sympathetically at Kelly and me but then goes to greet the police officers. Kelly finally looks up and rubs her face dry.
“Fucking skinhead…” She mumbles.
“What?”
“That fucking skinhead,” she repeats, “He raped me Jas!”
Kelly is nowhere to be seen.
I panic. I run to the teaching blocks and burst into every open classroom, calling her name again and again. I become out of breath, but continue my search.
As I slam the final classroom door behind me, I lean against a wall running my fingers through my hair. “Shit, shit, shit- where are you Kelly?” I hiss to myself.
There’s a scuffle from down the corridor. I run towards the noise and crash through the double doors.
“KELLY!” I exclaim.
But it’s not Kelly, it’s just the school secretary. A timid lady- very short, even shorter than me. She hides her pretty face behind long, frizzy, red hair and thick, black glasses.
“Erm… Miss Winters?” She whispers, “We er… we just received a call from er… the hospital. Your mother?”
I stiffen as she mentions my mum.
“I don’t want to hear about her right now,” I mutter, much ruder than I had intended. I push past and walk back to the living quarters. Amber and Chelsea are up.
“Do you, like, mind or whatever?” Chelsea spits at me.
“Well done Chelsea, that was almost an understandable sentence.” I sigh sarcastically.
“You’ve been clumping around in your heels for an hour now. You woke me up and disturbed my beauty sleep!”
“Oh HEAVEN FORBID!”
“Shut up bitch!”
“How about you shut up your winey little voice and get the hell out of my face!” I push her out of my way.
I grabbed a hoody from my bed and went outside to await Kelly’s return. I bounce my legs up and down as I sit there, a desperate attempt to stay warm. I think hard about where she may be.
Believe it or not, Kelly is fair from provocative. Sure, she dresses to show off her curves- but with a body like that, no one can blame her!
She’s not a virgin. She’s had about five sexual relationships. But they were with people she knew for years. Kelly is not the type of girl to go home with a stranger.
I remember the skinhead from last night. Is he involved?
My thoughts are interrupted. A police car pulls up in front of the bench I’m sitting on. I peer through the windows. I see Kelly sitting in the back. A police officer steps out of the car, and opens the door for her.
Make up has stained her face. She’s as pale as a ghost. Her hair is tousled and messy. Her glamorous clothes from the previous night have been replaced, with drab grey jogging bottoms, and a massive grey jumper. I stand and run towards her, embracing her. She takes a while to respond, but eventually hugs me back. She holds me tight, like she’ll never let go… like she’s scared to let go.
I place my hands on her face. “Kelly, I’ve been so worried! What happened to you?” I question her hurriedly.
She slowly looks up from the floor to meet my eyes, but doesn’t reply.
“Kelly?”
“Are you Jasmine?” The policeman asks bluntly.
“Yes… why?”
“Kelly was asking for you at the station. We’ll leave you with her for now. Where’s your principle?”
“I… um… I don’t know- ask the secretary”
He and his partner then march across the gravel and head directly for the reception of the school. I turn back to Kelly’s face. Tears are now streaming down her face. I hold her close and pull her down to sit on the bench.
I hug her as she cries into my shoulder. After a while, the head mistress pulls up at the school. She looks sympathetically at Kelly and me but then goes to greet the police officers. Kelly finally looks up and rubs her face dry.
“Fucking skinhead…” She mumbles.
“What?”
“That fucking skinhead,” she repeats, “He raped me Jas!”
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