I dropped in the blueberries and stirred the porridge together while I navigated myself towards the hard wooden chair.i started to shovel my breakfast into my mouth and savoured the sweet taste of the fruity treat.i know what you're thinking.BLUEBERRIES!? A treat?! Well they are for me, for where I come from.
when you live here the only fruit you get if your lucky is an apple, and that's only when crinkle decides you deserve it. Crinkle,or Mr Crinks the head at sandrow comprehensive school for youths with challenging behaviour. It's a bit of a mouthful so I call it SCSYCB, but It basically means it's a school for bad kids. You might think, how did I end up here, Amanda rita Jones, a good little girl with high grades, a musical ear, a beautiful face and body, rich parents, a hot boyfriend and tons of skinny little bitches with plastic nails to call friends.
well let's just say I'm not proud.
I look around and see the other beefy young lady's huddles round heplastic table, graffitied on by generations of murderers, thieves and psychopaths. I miss the hot beaches, the sand between my toes and the rock hard six pack of my new boyfriend. We used to play a game, me and my two bitches during summer when I would invite them over to my penthouse on the coast. We would see who could bag the best man in the summer hols. You could only choose one and I learnt it was best to look around before you targeted fresh meat. I would always win.
Mandy thumped her plate down on the table,directly opposite me.you see, here at SCSYCB everyone has a place.you would get up from YOUR bed, then go to YOUR shared bathroom. You would come to breakfast and make your food in YOUR area, clearly marked off and then sit in YOUR seat. Basically you spend your whole time here following a plan. Stupidly I got placed with Mandy opposite and next to me 24 7 which really wasn't clever but say anything here without being spoken to by an adult then your in for a painful punishment, and they DONT go easy!
She grunted the necessary welcome dialogue to me and I did the same. As well as seating plans we also had a set dialogue outside of lessons. This included:
Am.welcome dialogue
1st lesson welcome dialogue
2nd lesson welcome dialogue
Lunchtime welcome dialogue
And so on...
They are all painfully similar, mostly containing, I hope you are well,hello,thank you very much and in every dialogue, please God forgive my sins.
I guess that's sort of the motto here, it's even printed on our uniform in faded black ink.lots of girls here aren't even religious but I guess crinkle thinks it will do us good.
