When I wake up in the morning I groan and stretch. I had a rough night's sleep, tossing and turning. Why can't I go camping with the others? I may be on a court order but the judge only took my holidays away not excursions. I just don't get it! It's still bugging me.
I crawl out of bed and get in the shower, scrubbing at my hair and body until I'm clean.
When I get out I dry myself then brush my hair and teeth. Then I walk out into my bedroom and slip on my uniform.
When the bell goes I rip open my door and bound into the hall. I grab my breakfast and eat as quickly as I can. I'd rather have something filling in my stomach before I kick off. It's only sensible.
When I spot Mr Tiz walking in he scans the room with his eyes. Once his spotted me he strides over.
Mr Tiz places down my medication and waits, but I don't take it. I want answers!
'Take your medication Hope' he orders sternly.
'But I want to you ask something sir'
'Medication first!' He orders. I take my medication, slamming down the bottle when I'm done. He hums in approval. Then try's to walk off.
'Oi sir' I call. He whips back around to me.
'Don't you dare Oi me young lady' he shouts.
'But I said I wanted to ask you something' I defend my actions.
'Speak up, what is it?' He questions irritably.
'The camping trip sir, I' that's as far as I get to speak before I'm rudely interrupted.
'You're not going, the decision has already been made' he snaps. My jaw drops in astonishment.
'Why not!' I shout in protest.
'I will discuss this with you later Hope, I'm busy' then he turns and walks off. Busy my fucking ass! he just doesn't want to deal with me!
I stand there in bewilderment for a few moments before I chase after him. I grab his arm firmly.
'But sir, sir' I call. He whips around glaring at my hand on his arm. I pull my hand back immediately. Why the hell did I grab him?! People are staring! Watching!
'Do not lay your hands on me again Hope! I will not tolerate it!' He warns loudly.
'But' I say, ready to carry on what I want to say. Mr Tiz snaps angrily, butting in again.
'I've told you already, later!' He turns and storms off. Fucking pissy bollocks!
I'm pissed off! I want answers now!
I storm out of the hall, Dave and another officer are on the door but I don't care, I walk straight past them.
'Hey! Where do you think you're going?' The officer calls to me. I blank him. I need to find John! I'm on a mission!
A hand grabs my arm and pulls me so I'm now facing him. I look down at his name tag.
Written in bold black letters is the name Curtis. His young, maybe mid twenties.
'Get your filthy fucking hands off me, now!' I sneer aggressively.
'I beg your pardon' he exclaims, shock written all over his features. I yank my arm out of his grip.
'Your pardon is granted' I snap then turn and walk away.
I manage three steps before he grabs my arm again and whips me back around.
'You! You! How dare you speak to me like that' he's flustered, I can tell, he has probably not experienced anything like this before. I rip my arm back again, glaring at him angrily.
'I said don't fucking touch me!' I scream.
'I'm allowed to touch you girl!' He shouts. I laugh maniacally at him. His lucky I haven't broken his nose yet! I fucking hate people touching me when I don't want them too!
'You may not have heard Curtis but I don't like touching! Ask Dave what I'm like' I warn. Curtis looks back at Dave now who puts his hands up in mock surrender, his face lighting up.
'Don't get me involved in this' he chuckles then walks off while Curtis sighs heavily.
'You're not allowed out of the hall' he announces in fake confidence. His face is sweating. His clearly bitten off more than he can chew.
'I don't care' I sneer back and start walking again. I've managed to get to the lobby now.
My eyes scan the lobby for John. As soon as I spot him I go to walk over.
I see John look up at the sound of rushed footsteps. Curtis grabs hold of my arm again and spins me to him. I'm fuming! Can he not leave me the fuck alone!
'I can't allow you to walk freely' he says sternly. I whip my head back to head-but him but John somehow has made it to me and pulls me back. Dragging my arm out of Curtis's grip. How the hell has he gotten so quick!
John pulls me backwards and bear hugs me, restricting my movements.
'I'll deal with this' he calls to Curtis. Curtis is currently watching with wide eyes, in shock.
'Deep breaths for me, come on, calm down, in and out, in and out' John coaxes until Ive calmed down.
He lets me go but turns me to face him.
'What's gotten into you today?' He questions.
'He kept stopping me from finding you then kept touching me when I wouldn't listen' I mumble irritably pointing at Curtis.
'You know the rules Hope' he says sternly.
'But I' but John interrupts me.
'You could have asked for someone to radio to me, you had the choice, you didn't have to disobey the rules nor did you have to try and hurt an officer! His only doing his job Hope' he explains. I look to the floor in embarrassment. In my anger, I hadn't thought of that.
John is quiet for a moment. Watching. Observing.
'Why did you need to see me so urgently?' John questions. I look up at him now
'The camping trip' I mumble.
John sighs heavily.