Mr Sinclair left in a rush. I don't blame him to be fair but I wish he could have stayed a little longer.
I grab a coffee and a slice of toast before having a shower. My legs hurt. There's slight bruising on my hips. Mr Sinclair had a tight grip earlier. Just thinking about what happened makes my cheeks flame.
I scrub the sweat off my body and wash my hair with my favourite apple shampoo and conditioner then jump out. I dry myself with my favourite pink fluffy towel then head to my room. I get my uniform out then slip on some underwear.
I blow dry my hair simultaneously brushing out the knots. When I'm done I put my uniform on. I look at myself in the mirror making sure I'm presentable. Shit! I have hickeys along the side of my neck. I take off my blouse and change into a shirt so I have a top button. I'm relieved it covers most of them, the other two my hair will hide.
Checking the time I curse, I'm going to be late! I know mr Sinclair by now to know he hates tardiness. With a passion! Instead of getting into trouble I'm not going to form.
He can't really have ago at me, can he?
I grab my keys and leave my house. Strolling leisurely towards school. Then Mr Halt pulls up beside me, honking his horn. Luck is not on my side it seems.
'Abby' he calls,
I ignore him and carry on walking, hoping he just drives on. Unfortunately he gets out of his car, now shouting my name
'Abby' he yells,
I turn probably looking slightly guilty but trying to play it off
'oh um hey sir, funny seeing you here'
'why are you not in school?'
'Um I.. I have a doctor's appointment sir' I stutter. He can tell I'm lying straight away.
'Stop lying, get in the car'
I've got no other choice but walk over and get in. 'Buckle up' he says then drives us to school.
When we arrive we both get out and walk into reception. I'm hoping he just lets me go on my way but to my utter disappointment he points to the chair.
'sit there and wait'
he then asks the receptionist to keep an eye on me then he leaves.
His back within a few minutes
'come Abby'.
We walk in silence to my form room. When we get to the door he knocks and opens the door.
'can I have a word'
there's no reply but I can hear footsteps then Mr Sinclair steps through the doorway into the hall.
'Mr Sinclair I found Abby here' he motions towards me.
'walking through town, of course I stopped, I had to call her twice to find out what she was doing then she lied telling me she had a doctors appointment' .
Mr Sinclair looks at me then questions
'and did you have an appointment?'
I look down shamelessly and murmur
'no'
'no what Abby'
'no sir'.
He sighs heavily then talks to Mr Halt
'don't worry I'll deal with this, it will not happen again'
Mr halt nods
'right, well I'll be off, any more problems with this one and I'll be suspending her.
He then walks off swiftly whistling to himself.
Mr Sinclair waits until his out of the hallway then speaks.
'Abby I know you were awake when I left so why are you late?'
' I um had to change' he looks confused
'change? Change what?'
'Uh my blouse for a shirt sir. You left hickeys'
I move my hair out the way and show him. His eyes show recognition in them and he smirks.
'Go take the seat at my desk'
I look up at him confused, I don't get to ask before he talks again
'you know the rules Abby, I would of cut you some slack considering what we did this morning but the head caught you skipping. I'm sorry but I have to punish you'
'Can you not give me detention?' I ask
He laughs humourlessly 'no, now inside'
He opens the door for me so I can walk in, I round his desk then plop down in my chair. I really thought I wouldn't have to stay in here again.Mr Sinclair left in a rush. I don't blame him to be fair but I wish he could have stayed a little longer.
I grab a coffee and a slice of toast before having a shower. My legs hurt. There's slight bruising on my hips. Mr Sinclair had a tight grip earlier. Just thinking about what happened makes my cheeks flame.
I scrub the sweat off my body and wash my hair with my favourite apple shampoo and conditioner then jump out. I dry myself with my favourite pink fluffy towel then head to my room. I get my uniform out then slip on some underwear.
I blow dry my hair simultaneously brushing out the knots. When I'm done I put my uniform on. I look at myself in the mirror making sure I'm presentable. Shit! I have hickeys along the side of my neck. I take off my blouse and change into a shirt so I have a top button. I'm relieved it covers most of them, the other two my hair will hide.
Checking the time I curse, I'm going to be late! I know mr Sinclair by now to know he hates tardiness. With a passion! Instead of getting into trouble I'm not going to form.
He can't really have ago at me, can he?
I grab my keys and leave my house. Strolling leisurely towards school. Then Mr Halt pulls up beside me, honking his horn. Luck is not on my side it seems.
'Abby' he calls,
I ignore him and carry on walking, hoping he just drives on. Unfortunately he gets out of his car, now shouting my name
'Abby' he yells,
I turn probably looking slightly guilty but trying to play it off
'oh um hey sir, funny seeing you here'
'why are you not in school?'
'Um I.. I have a doctor's appointment sir' I stutter. He can tell I'm lying straight away.
'Stop lying, get in the car'
I've got no other choice but walk over and get in. 'Buckle up' he says then drives us to school.
When we arrive we both get out and walk into reception. I'm hoping he just lets me go on my way but to my utter disappointment he points to the chair.
'sit there and wait'
he then asks the receptionist to keep an eye on me then he leaves.
His back within a few minutes
'come Abby'.
We walk in silence to my form room. When we get to the door he knocks and opens the door.
'can I have a word'
there's no reply but I can hear footsteps then Mr Sinclair steps through the doorway into the hall.
'Mr Sinclair I found Abby here' he motions towards me.
'walking through town, of course I stopped, I had to call her twice to find out what she was doing then she lied telling me she had a doctors appointment' .
Mr Sinclair looks at me then questions
'and did you have an appointment?'
I look down shamelessly and murmur
'no'
'no what Abby'
'no sir'.
He sighs heavily then talks to Mr Halt
'don't worry I'll deal with this, it will not happen again'
Mr halt nods
'right, well I'll be off, any more problems with this one and I'll be suspending her.
He then walks off swiftly whistling to himself.
Mr Sinclair waits until his out of the hallway then speaks.
'Abby I know you were awake when I left so why are you late?'
' I um had to change' he looks confused
'change? Change what?'
'Uh my blouse for a shirt sir. You left hickeys'
I move my hair out the way and show him. His eyes show recognition in them and he smirks.
'Go take the seat at my desk'
I look up at him confused, I don't get to ask before he talks again
'you know the rules Abby, I would of cut you some slack considering what we did this morning but the head caught you skipping. I'm sorry but I have to punish you'
'Can you not give me detention?' I ask
He laughs humourlessly 'no, now inside'
He opens the door for me so I can walk in, I round his desk then plop down in my chair. I really thought I wouldn't have to stay in here again.