The cell door swings open, I look up at the intrusion as John steps in.
'Hope, your mums here, she's brought your suitcase for you, would you like to speak with her before we leave?' like fuck I am.
'I'm good, just give me my shit' I quip.
'I've put it in the van already, if you don't want to speak with her then it's time to go' he tells me.
I get up off the bench and walk over to him.
He grabs my shoulder lightly then escorts me out of the custody suite, When we get to the door for the courtyard though, he hesitates.
'If you run hope, I'll cuff you' he warns sternly. I look down to see his already got his cuffs out, ready, just in case I run. I don't see the point though, I have no choice but to go.
At least I don't have to deal with my mum nagging about how she told me so, I've heard it all before and I don't need nor want to hear it again. It drives me bonkers every time.
John opens up the door then walks me to the waiting van with the open back doors. I climb into the cage and sit on the bench. I watch as John closes and locks the cage then slams the doors closed. It's quiet for a minute.
To my surprise, John actually climbs into the drivers seat and starts the van. Once his ready to go, he pulls off.
I sit in the back of the van for what feels like hours. It probably is. My bum hurts!
This plank of wood is really uncomfortable to sit on, Especially for however long I've been in here. Every bump I can feel, Every turn I have to brace myself or I'll fall off the bench. It's a nightmare!
At some point I should probably recommend some cushions and some seatbelts for the van.
When John pulls up he turns around and speaks sternly with me, his eyes narrowed.
'I hope I don't have to see you again Hope, use this school to find yourself, you have potential, knuckle down' he says in that fatherly tone I really wish I could hate but can't. I nod my head. But don't say a word, whats the point, Im impulsive and it gets me into shit. I like John so I don't want to sass back and upset him. His the only person that's actually taken the time to talk to me and offer support.
Not that I went to the counselling sessions or group meetings but it's the thought that counts. John has given me so many chances to reform but I've always thrown it back in his face. It's a shitty move. I know!
John turns back around then gets out, a few moments later he opens the back doors.
There's two bulky security officers waiting for the cage to open, As soon as John opens the door they pull me out roughly. I don't even get a chance to put my feet on the ground before they start to drag me. And here I thought school is school, I should have known better.
I'm dragged into the large building through a doorway, thrashing against them then I'm dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. The officers swiftly move then the door behind me closes with an ominously loud bang.
I push myself up off the floor then lay myself down on the bench that's been screwed to the wall.
I kick my feet at the metal bars, im angry and bored! I'm in a new cell. I'm so pissed off right now, I hate being caged like an animal.
It's not long before my continuous banging attracts someone's attention. 'Stop that immediately' the man bellows from somewhere.
I quickly stand up and walk over to the bars.
The man steps out from the shadows, making his way down the hallway until we're face to face with each other.
'Hope?' He questions doing a once over me with his eyes. It makes my skin crawl.
'Who wants to know' I retort back sassily,
'That attitude stops now young lady, you either buck up your ideas and enjoy yourself here or you'll be locked up in secure, it's your choice' he raises his eyebrows, expectingly,
'Sorry' I mumble quietly.
'You say sir or miss if you talk to an adult, remember this for next time' he says sternly then walks off swiftly, his footsteps echoing off the hallway walls, his halfway down the hallway before he calls over his shoulder 'before I forget welcome to well hole high' and then I'm left here on my own again. I fucking hate this place already!
I sit down on the floor now, to watch the clock that's hanging on the opposite wall. The ticking is really annoying but the hands turning have my rapt attention. I've always liked clocks, they're quite interesting.