After a long conversation with Jack, and an argument with my teacher about me using my phone, it turned out that I was going out with Jack that Friday night. As I walked out of the class with one of my friends, Jack grabbed my hand, and he wouldn’t let it go. I tried pulling it out of his grip, but as soon as it was free, his hands reached around my waist. This position was slightly harder to escape. I twisted around, and ended up about three inches from Jack’s face. My eyes were straight in line with his lips. They were set in a smug smile.
“So, you’ll meet me at the cinema on Friday?” His voice came out as a sweet whisper.
“Will I? I don’t know.” His grip tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, so my forehead was pressed against his mouth.
“Do you want to?” He asked, knowing I wouldn’t be able to say no. I slowly nodded my head while Jack’s smile widened.
“Good,” His shoulders shook lightly, he was laughing. I looked up, and pulled a sulky face at him, which only made him laugh harder. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Now, I would love to stay, but I have a bus to catch. See you later.” I tried to detangle myself from his grip, but his hands stayed firmly in place. Instead, he lifted me off the ground, only by a couple of inches, but it brought me eye to eye with him. He winked, and kissed my nose.
“Bye then.” He winked as I began to walk away. I sighed.
All of us got put in isolation for a day for being outside when we were supposed to be in class. With other kids, they would have got away with just a detention. My friends and I had been caught out of class so many times, and Jack and Benjie were just always in trouble. So they ended up in isolation with us. The problem with putting so many kids in isolation is that we all get cramped in one room, and a small one at that, and they haven’t got enough tables to sit us separately. I ended up sharing a single desk with Jack, and, although we all had work set for us, nothing got done. Which is how we all ended up in isolation for a second day. The second day, we got even less done. Jack held my hand through the whole of the afternoon, and he literally would not let go. I tried to wriggle free numerous times, but he was many times stronger than me, and I was no match for him. So I sat, with his pleasantly warm hand clasping mine tightly. Since I didn’t do anything that day either, Jack and I ended up with another day. That day, though, there were enough tables free to sit us at opposite ends of a room. Jack sat and stared at me for a couple of hours, and I kept working. I’m pretty sure that he knew I was playing hard to get.
When I got home, my mum was sat at the table. She had that expression on her face that told me to be very careful with how I proceeded.
“What?” I asked. She shook her head. My mum is a single mother, and I’m her only child. The man who must be my dad ran out on us when I was six. I can remember him, but the only memories I have are of him hitting my mum and coming home drunk. Just after my sixth birthday, he and my mum had a huge argument and he left. Mum kept telling herself that he would come back, but he never did. She dated for a while when I was about nine, but she never found anyone else. Nervous, I kept walking towards the door. I flinched as Mum said my name. The tone of her voice made it very clear that I was in trouble.
“I got an email from school. You were in isolation? For three days, and you didn’t even mention it?” Usually, Mum was really laid-back. I had always been a really good kid, and I hadn’t ever really got into much trouble. Mum looked at me as a spun around slowly.
“And? I was late for class and my head teacher is a bit of an absolute cow” My mum raised her eyebrows, but I ignored her and walked off. She stared after me, and I kept walking.
I called Jack that night, and he told me that he had another day in isolation. That meant that the only time I would be able to see him would be at lunchtime. I wasn’t best pleased, but he didn’t have to know that, so I kept my mouth shut. He just made sure that I was coming on Friday, and then I said my goodbye and hung up. As I walked towards my room, I grinned a secret smile to myself. That night, I dreamt of Jack.
“So, you’ll meet me at the cinema on Friday?” His voice came out as a sweet whisper.
“Will I? I don’t know.” His grip tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, so my forehead was pressed against his mouth.
“Do you want to?” He asked, knowing I wouldn’t be able to say no. I slowly nodded my head while Jack’s smile widened.
“Good,” His shoulders shook lightly, he was laughing. I looked up, and pulled a sulky face at him, which only made him laugh harder. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Now, I would love to stay, but I have a bus to catch. See you later.” I tried to detangle myself from his grip, but his hands stayed firmly in place. Instead, he lifted me off the ground, only by a couple of inches, but it brought me eye to eye with him. He winked, and kissed my nose.
“Bye then.” He winked as I began to walk away. I sighed.
All of us got put in isolation for a day for being outside when we were supposed to be in class. With other kids, they would have got away with just a detention. My friends and I had been caught out of class so many times, and Jack and Benjie were just always in trouble. So they ended up in isolation with us. The problem with putting so many kids in isolation is that we all get cramped in one room, and a small one at that, and they haven’t got enough tables to sit us separately. I ended up sharing a single desk with Jack, and, although we all had work set for us, nothing got done. Which is how we all ended up in isolation for a second day. The second day, we got even less done. Jack held my hand through the whole of the afternoon, and he literally would not let go. I tried to wriggle free numerous times, but he was many times stronger than me, and I was no match for him. So I sat, with his pleasantly warm hand clasping mine tightly. Since I didn’t do anything that day either, Jack and I ended up with another day. That day, though, there were enough tables free to sit us at opposite ends of a room. Jack sat and stared at me for a couple of hours, and I kept working. I’m pretty sure that he knew I was playing hard to get.
When I got home, my mum was sat at the table. She had that expression on her face that told me to be very careful with how I proceeded.
“What?” I asked. She shook her head. My mum is a single mother, and I’m her only child. The man who must be my dad ran out on us when I was six. I can remember him, but the only memories I have are of him hitting my mum and coming home drunk. Just after my sixth birthday, he and my mum had a huge argument and he left. Mum kept telling herself that he would come back, but he never did. She dated for a while when I was about nine, but she never found anyone else. Nervous, I kept walking towards the door. I flinched as Mum said my name. The tone of her voice made it very clear that I was in trouble.
“I got an email from school. You were in isolation? For three days, and you didn’t even mention it?” Usually, Mum was really laid-back. I had always been a really good kid, and I hadn’t ever really got into much trouble. Mum looked at me as a spun around slowly.
“And? I was late for class and my head teacher is a bit of an absolute cow” My mum raised her eyebrows, but I ignored her and walked off. She stared after me, and I kept walking.
I called Jack that night, and he told me that he had another day in isolation. That meant that the only time I would be able to see him would be at lunchtime. I wasn’t best pleased, but he didn’t have to know that, so I kept my mouth shut. He just made sure that I was coming on Friday, and then I said my goodbye and hung up. As I walked towards my room, I grinned a secret smile to myself. That night, I dreamt of Jack.
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