'Quiet' Dave shots then blows that blasted whistle to make everyone wince, I fucking despise that contraption of his!
Once we're all settled down he starts speaking
'To those of you who are being picked up by your parents please leave, collect your belongings then head to the lobby'
I watch as girls get up to leave, Holly and Tara both get up, they wave goodbye before they leave the hall.
Once everyone has left Dave blows his whistle again before shouting at us 'you have thirty minutes left before the coaches arrive! Finish your food' then he walks out of the hall.
'So are you doing anything nice over the holidays girls? I ask, curiosity lacing my voice
'Hm.. well, we're off to Spain for two weeks then we're spending a week at home with our parents before we're shipped off to our nan and grandads for a week while our parents are away on business, when they're back we're going on a skiing holiday in the French alps' Becca says, squealing the skiing trip part out. Bella has a shit eating grin plastered on her face, admitting
'I'm so excited! We've never been skiing before'
'It's fun' I quip back, both girls eye me now
'Yes, I've been skiing before, not in the alps though we went to Norway. It's tiring but so worth the thrill especially if you're staying on a resort as there's so much more than just skiing, we did bob sleighing, bum boarding, snowboarding, skiing and then we visited ice caves.' I say smiling at them.
'That sounds epic! I hope we're staying at a resort now if we're not we will have to beg our parents to take us to a ski resort' Becca tell me.
Our conversation is steady among us until we hear that bloody whistle again.
'Everyone get your bags, the coaches will be arriving in a minute' John walks over to me and grabs my arm gently 'come along' he says before dragging me out of the hall. John grabs my suitcase on our way through then opens up the security bench gate for me. 'Sit' he instructs then locks me inside with my suitcase.
I watch as girls file out and board onto coaches. It's quite manic this time, compared to last half term.
When the last one leaves John opens up the gate again, grabs my suitcase then instructs me to
'Come along'
John walks me swiftly out of the lobby, Across the path then into the empty school building, We walk together in silence until we get to the heavy doors.
John uses his fob to open the doors then ushers me inside, I step through into the usual dimly lit hallway before John walks me to the holding cell.
I watch as he unlocks the cell then opens the door. I look up at John and ask irritatedly
'Could you not have sorted secure already'
'It's just for a little while, I just need to secure a cabinet to the floor' John say's chuckling. I don't see what's funny, this happens every time we have a break. They are never prepared!
Nevertheless I step in and sit down on the bench. John closes the door then locks it, then I watch him walk away into secure.
It's not long before I hear footsteps.
I can see John walking down the hallway. When he gets to the holding cell he pulls a key and unlocks the door, He pulls the door open so I step out, then wait for John who locks up the cell.
'Do you need any books for the holidays ?' John questions as we walk. 'Hmm' I hum in agreement
'I'll get some for you, Come now' John walks ahead as I trail behind him.
When we get to secure, Curtis who's on duty sees us and opens the cell door.
When we get to the cell I walk in, The cell hasn't changed much. The bed, the toilet, the desk and table are still here but the metal chest of draws is back in here.
John hovers by the door. Assessing. I can see my suitcase on the bed.
'Unpack, you're in here for the holidays, when you're done get some sleep' John says. I shoot a small smile at him over my shoulder.
I grab my suitcase and unzip it. I pull out my underwear and place them in the drawer then do the same with my clothes. I put my books, iPod and brush in the spare drawer. I haul my suitcase onto the floor then push it under the bench.
Now I'm done I lay down on the makeshift bed. The lights are still on though. I can't sleep with the lights on so I haul myself to my feet and bang on the cell door, calling for Curtis.
'Curtis! Curtis! Turn off the lights please'
I walk back to the makeshift bed, turn on my CD player then crawl under the duvet, a moment later the light goes off and the room goes dark.
I close my eyes and snuggle into the duvet. Listening to Max's singing. It's not long before Max's voice is lulling me to sleep.