Fiction

Entering the South Building girl’s loos I find Tracy by the basins looking grim next to three Year 11 girls.

I’ve had enough of your attitude, you ungrateful little girl.

I don’t wanna go to Kindy. I wanna stay with Mummy. Why canna I stay with Mummy?

They see us coming as they are standing by their lockers. They turn to flee, but Bec, Suze and Trace are approaching from the other end of the corridor blocking their path.

I stare at the horrid thing as it just sits there, on the end of bed, taunting me. Hugging my knees tighter into my chest, I feel my tears running down my legs.

How could I have been so stupid?!

“Well. What are you waiting for?” I say scowling at Glenn trying to be encouraging but probably sounding gruffer than I meant to be.

My hands trembling; struggling with the key in the lock; my breath is quick and short; he is right behind me; I feel his hand lift my skirt and grab my arse; his bare skin feels rough against mine.

“No!” I scream.

“Are you sure you’re allowed to wear heels?” says Mum giving me piercing look.