Lowewood Academy

I looked at Cassie and sighed. “So what do you want to do?”

Cassie looked worried. “I don’t know what to do. She won’t talk to me at all about anything, but she must think I’m nuts if she hasn’t noticed that our booze stash has practically vanished. She was hammered at the Soiree! And every time I mention Easter, she just blanks it.”

“I said the other day to her that she ought to go and talk to someone – like Miss Golding if she doesn’t want to go to Dr Higgins, or Matron. She said she didn’t need to. She is drinking too much though.” I replied.

“I don’t know what to do!” wailed Cassie.

“Well, I’m going to have a word with Joe Garvey-Flanders. He won’t keep selling her stuff if he thinks she’s abusing it. Number 1, he doesn’t want the staff to notice and to get caught. Number 2, he wouldn’t want anyone to have anything they can’t deal with.”

“That’s a start I suppose.” said Cassie.

“Shall we tell Miss Golding?” I said.

“We can’t tell tales.” said Cassie.

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When Felix barged into my room, he nearly hit Gwendolyn with the door.

“Hey! What are you doing in the girl’s corridor! Get the hell out!” she squealed.

He ignored her and just stood there. He was gasping for breath, but he was also as white as a sheet and his shoulders were shaking.

“I….I…..I…..” he stuttered.

I leapt up from my biology homework. “What’s the matter?” I said.

He cast an agonised glance at Gwendolyn. I glared at her and flicked my eyes towards the door. She didn’t take the hint. Silly cow.

“Gwendolyn, haven’t you got anything to do in the common room?” I said meaningfully. As usual, she failed to take my heavy hint. So I helped her along. “Gwen, can you fuck off for a while. Please!”

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I was still seething with Mr Perkins after being denied my well-earned house points. It made it worse when I was summoned to the Ice Queen’s study, following her warning last week, to be whacked for being in detention and for losing points. I hadn’t helped matters by suggesting that as I was going to be whacked in detention anyway; did she feel like a night off?

Ah well. I was getting used to having a bruised butt. Luckily, detention was supervised by Lydia Seymour, who is one of the nicer prefects. Sure, she gave me my six strokes of the cane, but she didn’t draw it out and at least she didn’t make them that hard.

Top girl, that girl.

It was when I was signed onto Facebook, chatting away with my old friends from Goldhills, that I got the idea.

A few clicks later, and it was done.

The ‘Brian Perkins is a Twat’ Facebook page.

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