After that Kate was flown to the Royal Children’s and the rest of the victims to the local hospital. When we asked about Kate they said she was in a serious but stable position. The police visited most of us in the hospital and asked questions. It was hard for most of us with the memories but we kept going just to see those idiots go to jail. Later we found out we’d been drugged through the air vent, that’s why we felt sleepy. The court rule the bashers guilty and sentenced them with a min 6 years in jail with good behaviour and max 10 years. No one was satisfied with that. Especially The Ones, that’s what we call Kate’s group.
During the fight Kate sustained a broken leg, two broken arms, countless cuts and bruises, and a dozen scars that she will carry for life. The biggest runs from behind her ear down to her collar bone. I only got a small scar from the gash. Some people got better, some worse but no one’s as bad as Kate. Some are really unsympathetic, saying it was her own fault. They say no one asked her to be a hero, no one asked her to save us, but they weren’t there. They didn’t feel the pain of a whip coming down on their shoulder. They didn’t feel the relief as she freed us and save our lives.
The Ones won’t stand for that. Sam learned that the hard way. They day school returned he said that Kate was an idiot and deserved everything she got. In swear they would have killed him if the teachers hadn’t stopped it. That was the day they got their name. Everyone kept saying they were ‘The Ones’ who helped Kate. So that’s what they became, The Ones.
Well I can’t really say they are The Ones. It’s more like, we are The Ones. Yeah, I’m one of them. I wasn’t at first, but then I started visiting her in the hospital. She remembered me as the girl who saved Belinda and was really grateful. I have my own symbol to tell her it’s me and we talk a lot. On Kate’s birthday she was still in hospital. So we got an exception from the hospital and got Kate moved to a vacant room. We slept over and had a party, well as much of a party as we could.
Anyway today was Kate’s first day back at school. So there was a lot of ‘welcome back’ and ‘how are you’ from teachers and a lot of people wanting to talk to her which warranted a lot of glares from us.
She didn’t want to talk and that was understandable. So we did what we always did. Only one exception instead of sitting on the stone wall, Kate sat in her chair. She was moving her head around as if she was really looking at us. We knew she wasn’t. It was like imagining how everything looked now. Even though nothing had changed.
She missed this place. School is where Kate belongs, and she thrives. She flies through work and loves her friends like they were all she had.
I think her friends miss the old her. Not as she is now but as she was. A bouncy, irritating, weird and happy. Even though she was annoying that was who she was. I’ve never know that side of her, only the stories. Of stupid fights, crazy convo’s, and unparalleled loyalty.
So that question mark hangs in the air will I ever she that side of her? The way she was before.
