Chapter 2 - Comptuer Hacking

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Date: 24th January 2011

Place: Canterbury, Kent

Weather: Sunny, Cold

The doorbell rang; I bolted from my room tripping over my laces and landing over the balustrade winded. Paula’s office door opened,

“It’s alright I’m getting it Paula.” I yelled down the stairs. She shut the door again, I was surprised, she normally either argued or ignored me, she must think this shit is bad. I sprinted down the stairs, unclipped the latch and opened the door. Rayner was leant against the wall, out of breath. “You didn't need to run.” I told him. He sniggered and pushed me out of the way so he could get in. “Quick upstairs. I gotta make up something to keep Paula out of my room today.” He laughed,

“That sounded worse than it should have done.” He said and ran up the stairs.

“Jerk.” I muttered under my breath before closing the door. Paula popped her head out of the office door,

“Who was it?” she asked. I waved my hand at the door,

“Some guy trying to sell me car insurance.” I answered. She raised an eyebrow and turned away, “Oh and I’m going through my wardrobe so don’t come into my room without knocking, okay?” I called out to her, she waved an arm over her shoulder, I took it as a yes and shot up stairs.

Rayner was lying across my double bed, leaving zero space for me, with his hands behind his head. I looked at him laughing, before running towards the bed and bellyflopping his legs. He slapped my head lightly, laughing too. I rolled next to him.

“So you’re trying on clothes that you need to get rid of?  Ace!” I looked at him confused. “You gonna be prancing round in you bra!” when I still looked at him funny he continued, “You just said to Paula you were going through your stuff to sort through it.” He paused to see if I’d caught on, he sighed, “Honestly, are you blonde under all that brown hair?” he asked, “You,” he poked me in the face, “Looking through clothes,” he tugged on my jumper, “Meaning, you,” He poked me again, “Take off clothes, to try on other clothes, meaning I see you,” he poked me a third time, “Half naked.” He said it slow like I was thick. I caught on and started slapping his arms. He knocked me onto my side and pinned me down to my bed hovering over me holding my arms to my side and leant down,

“I thought you were supposed to be mourning the fact you’ve just been told your not really Poppy?” he breathed in my ear. I wriggled underneath him trying to get away, “If your were making it all up, I might tell Paula that I'm here.” He whispered. I got an arm free and pushed him off the edge of the bed, laughing.

“You know,” I started, “I'm trying to ignore it right now. So just shush.” He poked his tongue out at me.

“You can’t hide from it, Jezzabel.” He said to me softly. I nodded, I knew I couldn’t but that didn't stop me trying. I threw one of my pillows at him,

“Jeeez you sounded like a shrink just then.” I said as he threw back the pillow and clamoured onto the bed. He smiled,

“Ah, that be exactly what I be aiming for.” Sometimes what he said didn't make sense. I rolled my eyes,

“You know that councillor I had to see back in year 8?” I said to him, he nodded. “The one I got sent to when I pinned that maths teacher to a wall with a broken chair leg?” He nodded again. Back then I was really violent and antisocial, I couldn’t be in a classroom for to long and had threatened teachers when they tried to tell me what to do. Because I was in a Home they gave me another chance and instead sent me to a councillor twice a week. Although she was nice, she didn't do much help, “Well she always said to me when I was in a bad mood when I turned up to a session, you can’t hide your feelings from me. I seemed to do it just fine she sent me away after a few months. It’s just you who can see my hiding place.” I gave him a smile that meant this conversation is getting awkward and sentimental. He grinned at me weirdly so I pushed him off the side of my bed again and then leant over the other edge of my bed to retrieve the laptop I had 'borrowed' from school a few weeks ago. I opened it up and logged on.

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