WICKED GAMES | T.E

Prologue part 2

"Avery Reynolds. Skirts must be below the knee." I clenched my fists at the sound of another teacher nagging.
"Yes ma'am." I said through clenched teeth and pulled my skirt down. It was still above the knee just not as short.
"It's always you isn't it?" Cassie laughed as we walked into the English corridor.
"Not for long." Lauren pointed out.
"You're still going to do it?" Cassie said.
I nodded. "Mhm. I hate everyone and everything and staying here isn't going to keep my sanity."
"Where are you going to go?" Lauren asked.
I sighed. "I'm just gonna follow the road until I find a decent place."
"Is it going to be like cliché and you're going follow the sun."
"Exactly." I turned to walk into my English room. I went to the back and sat down.
"Class settle down please!"
I reached into the pocket of my black blazer and retrieved my earphones and iPod. I tapped my feet to the beat of the music that emitted from them and drowned out the next half an hour of Shakespeare.
And so it went; 'How art this' and 'wherefore art thou that' for the next 30 minutes.
It got to about 1 o'clock and we all stood up for our afternoon prayer.
Being in a catholic school was absolutely shit. My tie was so tight I sometimes found myself choking on thin air. Our skirt had to be below the knee. I should know better seeing as I get told everyday. The thing is, it's summer. If I don't want to look like a nun then surely I don't have to. Speaking of nuns, all the staff dress like nuns. It looks like they should boil in those long black robes.
Excited was an understatement when it came to the thought of me leaving here for good. I had absolutely nothing planned out but still felt like I would have a purpose. The morning of the day I let, was spent packing. I brought everything I could think of and put it in the car. I had been working at a bakery for about a year before the plan began.
When I checked and counted all my money I was shocked. I had almost £11,000. This really pushed me towards going. My parents didn't care about me and I didn't care about them either.

-/

"Our father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done as Earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. For ever and ever. Amen."

We stood up after finishing our daily prayer. Normally, I would meet Cassie and Lauren out the back of the field but this was it, I was leaving this hell hole for good.

I practically ran out of the classroom and into the main reception. The old lady that was sat there looked up at me from behind the counter.

"Hello there how may I help you."

"Can you sign me out. I'm living back home for a few months." She looked suspicious as she asked for a letter.

I felt around in my pocket for the letter I had forged this morning. You see, I lived at the boarding school so if I went home, my parents had to sign a letter.
Her eyes scanned over the page before she put it in my folder.
She dismissed me with a flick of the wrist and I was on my way.

-/

I had been driving for at least 3 hours when my petrol light started blinking at me.

A sign for a gas station came up and signified that there was one a mile down the road. I carried on driving doing some praying that it didn't cut out. When I reached the gas station, I filled up my car and ran into the kiosk to pay.
I grabbed a drink before going to the counter.
"What bay number?" The spotty teenager asked.
"7." I stated pulling out money.
"That's £31.54." He said scanning the barcode on the drink.
I handed over the money Alan's he handed the drink and the receipt. As I walked out the door I tripped and dropped my drink. Before I had time to bend down to get it, someone beat me to it.
"Might not wanna open that." A deep voice said softly. I looked up at the taller guy. He had blonde hair that was styled quickly into a quiff. He had a leather jacket on and a cigarette hanging out of his pierced lip.