Clubbing (6)

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I'm petrified, I've been called to the head of years office - I've got no idea why. The door opens and Sir lets me in. "Take a seat." He says. I do, the room is large and looks just like every other classroom but just has a desk and two chairs. It's always horrible being in here and I'm not sure where to look so I stare at the ground. "Some concerns have been raised about your progress in class." Sir says calmly reading off a sheet in front of him. "Sapphire you are failing." I sit shocked, unable to reply - since when have I been failing. No-one told me this, I think back to my lessons. I only missed a few deadlines, then it dawns on me. I've been taking notes in class but I can't remember the last time I actually completed an assignment. There was the one I didn't have time to do because of the dress fitting, then the essay Charlie had got hold of and dribbled on... crap. I probably hadn't handed anything in for months now. "We understand your situation is difficult and we think it might be a good idea for you to take a break from your education for a while and come back when you're ready." He tries to reassure me with a smile but I'm so confused.

"No. I want to stay and graduate, I know I've missed a few deadlines but I can do this." I plead.

"We've already spoken to your parents and they agree that it's best for you to relax for a while."

"What?! No!" I scream. "It's not up to them, they don't know anything. This should be my choice!" A tear escapes and rolls down my cheek, I'm now stood in the middle of the room screaming at him.

"Sapphire, you need time off. Usually we wouldn't do this but you're not ready to continue with your education right now." He steers me towards the door and tells me to go home and calm down. I storm off unable to think straight, my visions blurry from all the tears but I can still see everyone staring at me. It's not like I care, everyone knows who I am anyway - it was hard to stay invisible when I was pregnant.

I head straight home and when I get there I go straight to the fridge, hidden at the back is a pack of beers. I grab it and take out a bottle, it doesn't even taste that nice but I don't care. Once I've finished it I start the next and before I know it I'm left with only empty bottles. Everything starts spinning and I feel nauseous, without bothering to get a jacket or lock the door, I leave. It's difficult to walk straight and I don't even know where I'm going. The air starts to cool as I wonder round and soon the sun is going down. Unsure how, I end up in a nightclub. It's packed full of people and the music pounds in my ears, giving me a throbbing headache. Who cares though, it's providing me with an escape so I attempt to start dancing even though the alcohol makes it impossible to co-ordinate my movements. Before I know it I'm talking to some guy, he seems really nice and has probably had as much to drink as I have. He's telling me how shitty his principle is so he must be the same age as me. Still intoxicated I sway from side to side in a daze but still listening to him. We decide to leave the crowded dance floor and head to the dimly lit room at the back where it's much quieter. There's a spare black sofa in the corner so we take that and continue talking, suddenly he leans over and kisses me - I feel like I should pull away but my alcohol clouded judgment sees no reason and we continue kissing. As I've given him no sign to stop he deepens the kiss and lies me down underneath him. It gives me a rush, the problems from today start to slowly melt away. Suddenly I start to feel sick, I push him off me and stumble to the bathroom.

'Bleurgghh'

I empty the contents of my stomach into a toilet in one of the empty stalls then sit back and lean against the locked door. Slowly I breath in and out, my eyelids are starting to feel heavy but I don't want to go home so I head out instead. Julie might be in. When I get to the shop it's locked and all the lights are off, my fist pounds against the door but no-one comes so I sit down on the cold stone step and curl up into a ball.

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