The weekend actually passes quite quickly, it's boring but time flys.
We've been allowed out for an hour a day. Dave has us running laps or playing football, the joys.
Me and max spend a few minutes together, kissing and cuddling before we're sent back to our cells. We're usually told off by Dave, but who fucking cares. Those moments are the ones I cherish.
Apart from that we're locked up 23 hours a day. I've read 4 books, ate, slept and revised. The whole of this week coming will be crammed revision then we start our exams the following week.
The meals have been decent though, much better than last time I was thrown in here. Dave calls our meals 'food for thought'. I'm not too sure how meat and veg make me think but Dave seems to believe otherwise.
Now it's Monday.
I've slept the morning away, listening to Max's music disk. His song's are relaxing. It's something that's comforting for me while I'm left alone in here.
I've missed breakfast this morning so I'm currently waiting for lunch to arrive. My tummy is grumbling loudly, calling for food.
As soon as my lunch tray is posted through my door I jump up off the bed and scurry to the door. It's soup! Fucking soup! What the fuck?!
I drop the tray back through the door then bang.
My continuous banging on the door seems to get someone's attention from the other side.
My door unlocks then it's pulled open. Curtis steps inside hesitantly.
'What seems to be the problem Hope?' He asks smiling at me. I want to wipe that smile off of his face right now.
'Why have I been given soup?' I ask in irritation which causes Curtis to chuckle lightly.
'You all have soup' he informs me.
'I can see that! But why?' I demand. Curtis chuckles again, it's getting really annoying.
'Meals are back to normal today, everyone gets soup, you included' he smiles confidently and try's to step out.
'But we're not in here for a punishment! We have done nothing wrong' I shout.
'You can either eat your soup or go without' he says confidently, a smug smile on his face.
'I don't want fucking soup!' I scream at him. Curtis presses the panic button and barrels into me.
'You're a child that's out of control' he snaps as he tries to get a grip on my arms. I thrash and scream against him.
Officers come running in and start pinning me to the floor. This is so uncalled for! I've done nothing wrong! Where the fuck is John?!
I've been on the floor for a few minutes before John walks in. Curtis climbs off of me and speaks with John.
I watch as John walks him out, closing the cell door.
I can hear John shouting.
'This is an abuse of your power Curtis! We do not use reasonable force unless the student is violent'
'But she is violent! She was screaming at me' Curtis tries to defend himself.
'Did she make any attempt to harm you or anyone else?' John bellows. Curtis doesn't verbally reply but I'm guessing he shook his head as John starts shouting again.
'If there's no threat or actual harm then you are in the wrong here! I will allow this to slide but do not let me catch you doing this again'
I see the door reopen and John walks in. I've stopped thrashing now. John telling Curtis off soothed my anger so now I'm currently lying limp on the floor.
John steps over to me then crouches down.
'You good to get up?' He questions. His eyes roaming my face. I nod my head in response.
'Stay still until everyone has gone, alright?' I nod again, this is total bullshit!
John calls out to the officers currently holding me
'Release her then leave, I'll deal with this' he orders sternly. All the clinging grips disappear then I see the officers trailing out one after the other.
When the cell is clear John holds his hand out for me. I roll over and grab it then John pulls me up to my feet.
'You know that was fucking wrong!' I say loudly.
John reaches out and pats my arm.
'Give the lad a break Hope, he is still learning' John says. I mumble under my breath and pull away.
I walk back over to the makeshift bed and lay down. This is total bullshit!
'If you're not feeding me real fucking food then get out John! I'm fucking hungry!' I complain. John chuckles lightly then says kindly
'Give me five minutes, I'll get you something' I hum in response.
I watch john walk out my cell. He closes the door then locks it now I can only hope he actually brings me something edible.