08/10/2013 Linda Newbery

It was my first day and I wished it could be the last.

Everyone stared as I walked in. My face was hot; someone made a ssss! sound, and giggled. I tried to keep my gaze fixed on the wall at the back, but by accident I caught the eye of a boy in the middle row. He was looking at me in a way that said I know what it’s like. I’ve been there. 

I glanced away, keeping my face stern, then risked another look. His eyes held mine, and his mouth curved into a faint smile. He was a handsome boy, dark-haired, even-featured, but something about him told me he was a loner. We’d been warned against loners. Loners didn’t last long.

“This is Rain,” said the man in steel-grey uniform who’d brought me from the office. “He’ll be joining us. I know you’ll help him to fit in.”
“Yeah. We will,” someone muttered, and there was a ripple of laughter.

They were all boys in that room. That was what I’d been told to expect. They took the girls somewhere else. I wondered about Sky, and whether I’d ever see her again. 


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Comment by Adam Lancaster on October 8, 2013 at 9:17

They pushed me through the door so forcefully I fell down to the hard, cold floor. It was covered in straw, some of which was now sticking to my clothing as I rolled over trying to get myself up.

A hard shove in the back kept me down though and a harsh hissing voice forced itself through my ears.

"If I was you I'd stay down girly".

The voice had come from the man who had ripped me from Rain. The man who had changed my world and bought me to this miserable place. I was filled with loathing for this man and it was this alongside my desperateness to know what had happened to Rain that made me rise to my feet against the man.

"Where am I?" I shouted, spitting my fury at him.

"Where's Rain? What have you done with him?"

The man came right up to my face. Bending forward his nose touching mine. I could smell something rancid on his breathe, like the stale fish that used to collect in the river after a storm back home. His eyes were bright as a slight breeze blew his lank brown hair from them.

"I suggest" he breathed into me, making my eyes water, "that you start doing as you're told if you ever want to see that boy again."

James Yr8

Comment by Lorraine French on October 8, 2013 at 11:14

I got up. They laughed at me; mocked me. The man left. I didn’t know what I would do next. There were two options:

  • Try to escape this H**l
  • Stay
  • Act injured to get the wardens attention.


This was like a jail for kids. Special kids. My mum and Dad said it was going to be alright a few weeks in camp. All the kids were amazing at sports or a genius. This was probably an agency.

“You’re not the boss of me”. I tried to remove his hand from my arm.

“ I am your dad, Your God and your mum all in one do what I say and you will survive don’t then consider this as the end of the road”. He pointed at an empty chair next to a fat blonde girl.


“I want to see sky”, I shouted with anger. I made my decision; Try to escape. I punched the man and legged it .Running. Running. I thought I was going to escape maybe I could run to my house but there was only one problem. I had no Idea where I was.


I sat down. Maybe this was it, the place I was going to live for the rest of my life. I felt devastated. That this was it at the age of 13 I was going to die my birthday would be forgotten I was going to die in this class. All I can think about is death.


Ola Ogunyemi Yr8

Comment by Jayne Davidson, WHHS, UK on October 8, 2013 at 12:55
I heard him running after me, yelling, “Come here you! I’m going to break your bones and make it in to a chain and sell it!” I made a spilt second decision to run into to the nearest room and lock the door and think of an escape plan. There were only two doors. I sprinted to the one on my right and gripped the handle with my sweaty palms to find it would not even budge. He was getting closer, every word that came out of his mouth pierced my heart- no time to think I ran in to the door on my left, luckily it was open. I dashed through to the room, I spotted the keys in an instant and forced it through the keyhole and twisted it as it was slipping through my hands, smelling like salt. I took one deep breath, relieved. Just as I thought I was safe he started banging on the wooden door covered in ivy.
Then it went quiet.
I looked around the room……

By Surina West Hatch High School
Comment by Nikki Heath on October 8, 2013 at 13:49

As I sat in the cold, dark room waiting for something bad to happen, I saw a secret door and I wanted to see where it led to. Suspiciously I crept towards the door being as quiet as a mouse, I tried to pull the door open but it wouldn’t budge. Then I remembered the keys! Grabbing the rusty keys I quietly slotted them in the tiny door and pulled it open. This is it my escape plan, I was finally free! In the tunnel it was dark, gloomy and full of cobwebs. On the wall there was a lit candle so I grabbed it and used it as a torch light. The light was dim but it was a huge help! As I made my way my way deeper into the tunnel I felt something crawl up my leg, a cold chill ran up my spine….

By Natasha S and Aaliyah H, Werneth School Stockport uk

Comment by WP Central on October 8, 2013 at 16:16

I got up enough courage to look down....and it was a huge, hairy spider.  I didn't know if it was poisonous.  I started twitching and fell down to the ground.  I looked up and saw the man again.  He said, "I am your God, and I will help you."  I thought I might be able to trust him, so I grabbed his hand.  He gave me a pill to take to help me feel better.  I asked him what he was planning to do with me.  He told me to be quiet and covered my face with material.  I immediately fell out on the floor.  Two hours later when I tried to open my eyes, everything looked so familiar.  I was in my own room in my bed.  I faintly heard someone call my name.  I looked up and it was my dad.

Takeriah, Jordan, LaQuonta
Sallie Humble Elementary
Monroe, Louisiana, USA

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