Lowewood Academy

I don’t know quite what woke me. We’d snapped the lights off at 10.30pm and both of us had gone to sleep pretty quickly. Then I woke up, quite suddenly. The dial on my electronic clock read 11.15

We had the window open as usual, something that really annoyed Claudia, but I’d always had my window open. So that was why I heard the muffled talking. Who was that? Prefects on the prowl? I jumped out of bed, pushed the curtains back and looked out. Our room was at the back of Dashwood, looking over the shrubbery, leading to the woods.

I looked out and saw two very familiar silhouettes, sharply lit in the moonlight. One was Ned – he was tall and shaped like a runner bean. The other was shorter but much broader. Alex ap Iorwerth. They were heading for the woods. What the hell were they doing?

I wanted to know!

I grabbed for my jeans and knickers. “Clauds! Wake up!” I hissed. No response. “Clauds!!”

(more…)

“Ow! One thank you Robert.”
  
It had been a while since I’d enjoyed punishing someone so much. In fact, I hadn’t felt this exhilarated about punishing a girl since Faye’s detention with me before Christmas. The memory of Faye getting naked and wet, before eventually going down on me was one that would remain with me until my dying day. Perhaps, one day, I’d tell my grandchildren about it. Part of the blame lay on my strange start to the term, and part lay on Jessica’s house point drive. Hardly anyone was misbehaving any more….. or at least they hadn’t been when I’d been about, which admittedly wasn’t that often thanks to Amelia.
  
“Ow! Two, thank you Robert.”
  
Jessica. There was another mystery, and another one of the reasons that 2008 had started in a strange manner.
(more…)

I knew what was coming as soon as Polly Perrot thrust the carefully folded note into my hand.

“It’s from the Head Girl,” she announced importantly.

“No shit,” I muttered.

Polly gasped. “I’m going to tell Jessica you said that!”

“No, wait, I…”

But she was already halfway down the corridor, her long plait swinging in indignation.

Great.

Behind me, Emilie sniggered.

I span around. “SHUT UP!”

She coloured, slammed her English book down on her bed and barged past me out of our room.

Bitch.

I kicked the door shut behind her. Good fucking riddance!

Ok, so as you can probably tell, I am in a big fuck-off mood right now. And what I saw when I opened Jessica’s note didn’t help matters.

‘Faye Dennington-Glass. My study, 9pm. Jessica Fawcett.’

It was succinct to the point of rudeness. There was no getting away from it – I wasn’t going to get out of that study unscathed.

I screwed up the paper and threw it at the wall. This week just kept getting better and better…

(more…)