Father Calloway's Retreat For Misguided Adolescents

Reasons to be climbing a tree at three o'clock in the morning

Hello, this is just a quick intro. We are wild_youth (Cerys and Isobel) we are writers from The South Coast Of England. Cerys is very beautiful and Isobel is less so. We are going to take turns to write chapters and please comment and tell us what you think of our story. Ta and enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Come on... She thought to herself ...just one more branch. There were many reasons why Mary Clementina Freeman was straddling the tree outside her house at 1 o'clock in the morning. The first was that the tree sat directly below her bedroom window. The second was because, even after the beers she'd consumed at Jesse's party, she didn't want to risk the front, back or side door. Reason number two led straight to reason three, which was that she had fanatical parents.

Not the sort of "be-back-by-midnight-or-you're-grounded" parents, no, that'd be a doddle. She had the "one-more-party-and-you'll-be-shipped-to-a-remote-island-to-join-a-convent" sort. Yep, not the sort of parents you wanted to run into when wearing thin black tights, leather hotpants, and a top that showed more flesh than a butcher's shop. Not to mention she was covered head-to-toe in edible glitter; but that was a story for another day. Jesse's parties could get wild, but they made interesting photos on Facebook.

She hit all the thoughts of the crazy party that had gone that night back with a massive mental stick and quickly grabbed the branch that was sticking up above her head.

She, clenched her hand around it, yanking, herself onto the higher branch. Suddenly the extreme movement filled Mary with an intense feeling of nausea. She doubled up and lost all balance, flying through the window onto her bedroom floor with a loud crash.

"Ow, Jesus Christ, my face."

Mary sat up, touching her carpet-burned face, wincing and looking around her room. Mary sprung back when her eyes locked on her nineteen year old brother, Peter. He smirked and stuck his hand into his dull grey trousers, pulling a brick like phone out and snapping a picture of Mary, sprawled on the floor, half-naked.

"Guess who's going to be showed this?"

Mary sat up in realisation, covering her chest with a pillow that was next to her on the floor.

"Peter, that is hardly fair."

"Life isn't fair Mary-"

"Not Mary."

"Well Mary, I suggest you give an explanation or go to confession, because mum and dad are not going to be happy with this shamble and that thong you are wearing."

"They are shorts Peter, and mum and dad are not going to find out."

"Who says that?"

"Me!"

Mary sat up quickly, and attempted to throw herself at her brother, when she this mornings lunch make her way up her throat.

"Pete-"

Before Mary could finish, lunch came out in an explosive burst of vomit, straight into Peter's face.

Then she passed out.

"Mary Clementina Freeman, you are in a lot of trouble!"

Her father was saying as she reached up to her face, rubbing her eyes. She pulled back her hands. Green eyeshadow was smeared all over her thumbs and edible glitter was pasted to her arms.

"Due to last nights... Events,"

Peter stood there, looking murderous even though he had his priestly vestments on.

"Well if you'd just let me explain I-" Her father raised a hand, gesturing her to be silent. She snapped her mouth shut.

"We've talked about this before, you were warned and now you have to face the consequences of you're actions. You know what that means..." Mary's mind instantly travelled back to the last time this happened. She was sitting on this very sofa, feeling rather sick, and had chunks of vomit sticking to her hair. The situations were strikingly similar. Her father was ranting at her then as well, but her semi -drunken state made his words fuzzy. But one phrase stuck out, the very words that her father was uttering now, chilling her heart and straightening her spine. "You need to repent. You'll leave in the morning for Father Calloway's Retreat for Misguided Adolescents."

"Holy God no, please don-"

"Blasphemy!" Her mother shouted.

Mary's rant was cut short, as Holy Water was fired at her from all angles. Her mother, father and brother were simultaneously pelting her with Holy Water.

"Stop it..." Mary was trying to say, her words drowned by the water, cascading down her face. She was more sober than she ever had been in her life.

"Peter, Paul, stop firing" Veronica made a sweeping motion with her hands, not-unlike she did during Choir on a Sunday.

"I think Mary has understood and accepted, her blasphemous ways will soon be corrected, Mary, go upstairs to reflect on your actions, and pack whilst you're reflecting." Mary bowed her head in defeat, rose to her feet, and trudged back to her room, slammed the door and consequently collapsed.

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Should be posting the next chapter pretty soon, but Isi is being a poo and going to a camp. Haha the irony. Hope you liked it. If we have any fans. Please give us feedback, but no hate because Cerys is very over-emotional person.

Cerys and Isi xoxo