Lowewood Academy

“I shall tell you now, Miss Beaumont, I am not at all pleased with this turn of events.”

Ms Lesbos glared at me. All I wanted to do was glare right on back, shrug my shoulders and add, “Can’t say I’m thrilled about it either,” but luckily I managed to stop myself. I needed her onside, as unlikely as any kind of partnership between the games mistress and myself might seem. Alienating her right now really wasn’t an option.

So I took the mature way out, and lowered my eyes, in what I hoped was a suitably sympathetic way. As if to say, I share your pain, Miss, and am sorry for all the trouble I’m causing you.

Not that she was interested in the finer points of my body language. There was a diatribe here waiting to come out, and clearly it could remain bottled up no longer.

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Thursday 28th May, 6.22pm
To:r@lowewood-academy.co.uk
From l@lowewood-academy.co.uk
 
Hey Mate
 
How you doing? We haven’t spoken properly since the soiree. Congrats on getting a rugger trial. Still no idea what I’ll be doing come end of term – I’ll probably end up being bored rigid for three years at Uni if my bloody father has his way. God, that bloke is stuck in the dark ages, he evidently hasn’t heard of gap years!!! I’ve got my fingers crossed that he’ll put his hand in his pocket and let me spend some time travelling first… well, that’s unless Perkins’ fucking boring lessons don’t succeed in putting me off learning about the world for life.
 
So what’s with you? Amelia tells me you’ve told her to forget about your weekly master/slave arrangement and I hear on the grapevine that you’ve started sticking to the rules when punishing people. What’s happened? You turned over a new leaf or something & gone all honourable on us, lol? I like it
 
God I’m bored. Am lying on my bed trying to research stinking bloody tribes of the Amazon basin for Perkins. God it’s dull. Trouble is, you might have gone all coy about pulling a girl’s knickers down, but he hasn’t – dirty old fucker, so I spose I ought to crack on unless I want his tobacco stained hands slapping my bum – yuck!
 
Lx

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I stroked Dai’s neck. “Guess what, sweetie? I’m going to be giving a talk all about you at this random symposium thing. And I’m going to tell everyone how lovely you are, yes I am.”

“Are you talking to the llama again?” called Ollie in his trademarked piss-taking voice.

“Yeah,” I replied. “We’re having a nice conversation out here. He says he likes me a lot but he thinks you’re a dick…”

Ollie emerged from the llama shelter, an evil grin spreading across his face, “Oh you are in big trouble, girl.”

I backed away, giggling. “Aww, don’t shoot the messenger. It’s not my fault that Dai prefers me. It just shows that he has good taste…” And then I legged it as Ollie started running towards me.

Dai did the llama version of rolling his eyes at us and then wandered off.

Ollie chased me around the paddock. He may be the fastest sprinter out of the two of us but I have several years experience of shaking off pesky wing-defenders in netball, so every time he caught up with me I managed – just – to dodge out of his way.

“You’re just making it worse for yourself!” said Ollie, who was still somehow managing to smirk despite being obviously out of breath.

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