Yes It Is - gh

Shout - 15

November 18th 1960

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Muttered Finn as she struggled to get her black Mary-Jane school shoes on.

"You should've left 7 minutes ago, Finn!" Her mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the door.

"Finn," her mother addressed her, "this came for you this morning." She was handed a envelope.

Quickly shoving it into her school satchel she rushed out of the door rushing a "thank you."

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." Kath greeted the brunette girl with a smirk.

A flustered Finn ignored her greeting and said, "come on! We're gonna miss the bus."

"So what?"

"I don't want to be late dickhead."

Kath chuckled, "live a little, Finn. One late won't do you no harm."

"Come on, Kath. I have a maths test first thing I really can't."

Rolling her eyes the red head gave in, "whatever." So they both started to jog towards the bus stop, thankfully reaching it in time - barely just, though.

The first four periods went by in a flash, it wasn't until after lunch that Finn remembered the envelope her mother had presented her with this morning.

The two teens were sat in the bathroom where they met, skiving off of their fifth period lesson, home economics, this was a regular thing the girls did, careful not to get caught.

"Oi let us borrow your lip balm, yeah?" Kath asked the girl.

"Yeah, sure." Finn shrugged, rooting through her bag for it.

She found the forgotten about envelope received earlier, set it on the sinks and passed the lip balm to her friend.

Finn, sat on the sinks, studied the envelope as her friend applied the lip balm in the mirror.

              Finn Riley
257 Menlove Ave,
Liverpool

Was written on the front in the all too far Familiar hand writing.

Finn smiled at the thought of the boy, "what's that?" Kath asked as she put the lip balm back into Finns bag.

"Just a letter my mate sent me."

She opened it and scanned her eyes over the writing.

Alright Finn.

Hope everything's all good at home. Glad you've made some new mates whilst we're off. Paul's asked if any of them are fit, don't worry he was just joking.

We've met some more really cool people, they're art students! You'd love em, I know Stu sure does. I think we might be stopping her till the New Years? Don't really have a plan for the future though, just living each day at a time. That's the real way to live life init? Not caring about consequences, you have the most fun when there's a possibility of getting done for it, you should really have a go some time. I worry you care too much.

We're really missing you. Still want you to come over, I've even been looking at touristy places to take you that you'd like, one of the lasses, Astrid said there's a nice underground art exhibit that I'm sure you'd propper fancy. You'd like Astrid even if you're complete opposites.

             Forever missing you,
                                         George.
                                     XXX

"What's she called? Is she from your old area?"

"Nah," Finn started explaining, "he's from here, just away at the moment."

"He?" Kath smirked, "has Finn gotten herself a boyfriend?"

Blood rushed to the young girls Cheeks, "he's just a mate."

"Whatev-" Kath started but was interrupted.

"Why are you girls not in lesson?!" Exclaimed the voice of Miss Volkurt, a bitter old religious studies teacher. "That is it! On your way to Headmaster Smiths room, you ought to be punished."

"Fuck," mumbled Kath as the girls retreated with the old hag to the head teacher.

Whilst walking there Mr Crabtree, their head of year,  passed by, "now, now, what's happed?" He asked Miss Volkurt.

"I caught these two delinquents bunking off!" The grey haired woman explained, putting emphasis on the word 'bunking'.

Their head of year looked at the two girls in disappointment. Mr Crabtree was only young for a teacher. All of the girls had a crush on him. His brown hair styled nicely, and his perfectly fitting white shirts, the fact that he never wore his blazer completed the look that made all of the girls swoon. "I'll take it from here, as their head of year," he told the religious studies teacher, "thank you."

The woman nodded her head, turned around and made her way back in the opposite direction.

The walk to his office was quiet. Kath kept giving Finn smirks whenever she glanced at her.

He gestured the girls to sit in the seat in front of his desk as they reached his room, "please girls, take a seat."

The obliged, crossing one leg over the other.

"What's going on, girls?" He sighed, "skipping lessons? Have you no care for your futures?"

Neither girl new what to say, Finns eyes were glued to the floor and her cheeks were red.

Kath leaned foreword in her chair, "it's not that, sir," she began, "it can just get all too much sometimes."

"I understand." He leaned back into his seat.

After what seemed like forever of sitting in silence he explained, "now girls, I don't want to do this, I wish I could let you off with a warning, but you both must be punished."

Finn eyes widened, she'd never been in trouble before.

The early thirty year old man fiddled with his desk draws before pulling out the fateful object, the kain.

"Finn, step up."

"I'm sorry?" She managed to choke out.

He looked at her with furrowed brows, "you need to bend over the desk."

Finn was shaking so much she thought that surely her knees would buckle in and leave her passed out on the floor.

She slowly bent over the desk, she felt her skirt go up higher than she would've liked, her hands sweat as she anxiously anticipated what would happen.

And then it hit.

The sting that came on her exposed skin felt like fire. The burning sensation felt odd and unfamiliar.

She was embarrassed more than anything.