The not so innocent minds Ch 2 STANDALONE
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By Susan Brown
'Um, this is Katie, Miss. She's quite a new girl.'
The lady looked at me with a frown on her face.
'Hello Katie, which house are you in?'
'Erm, Dickens I... I mean Bronte.'
'Well, Katie I am Miss Humphries and I am the head of English. No doubt
we shall meet very soon about your studies. It's funny though, I thought
that I knew all the new girls.'
I stood there making a very good impression of a fish out of water.
Luckily, just then Nicola chipped in.
'She's in a, specials class, Miss.'
'Which one?'
'Mrs Starkie's.'
'Ah that explains it. Anyway, Katie, you mustn't be shy. I know it's all
new to you dear, but we are here to help you. Now off you both go, Lunch
bell will be going soon.'
With that Miss Humphries went off in one direction, while we quickly
went in another.
Nicola pulled me by the arm and we ran over to some bushes by the side
of the main building.
We sat on the grass, while we got our breath back.
When my heart stopped thumping and I could talk without gasping, I said,
'What am I going to do now?'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, I'm at your school and I shouldn't be here. It was only because
you quickly thought of something to tell Miss Humphries that I managed
to get away with it.'
'Yes, that was clever wasn't it.'
'Never mind about being clever. What am I to do now?'
Nicola thought a bit.
'Let's go have some lunch.'
'WHAT!'
'Don't shout like that, someone will come over. Look, I know it sounds
mad, but in a few minutes the lunch bell will go and all the girls will
have to go inside. If you stayed out here, you will get caught by
someone and asked some very nasty questions.'
'But everyone will know that I'm not a schoolgirl here.'
'No you won't. There are lots of new girls this term and I know that I
don't recognise many kids yet. Only the ones in my form group and a
couple of my sister's friends.'
Just then we heard the bell go. I had no choice, I had to go into the
school and just hope against hope that I wouldn't get found out.
As we got up, we brushed the dry dust and grass off our skirts and
followed the other girls into the great hall, where lunch was being
served.
As I walked through the open doorway of the hall, I remembered coming
here with my parents a few short weeks ago. The place was empty then,
but not now.
The hall had a high ceiling, with rafters showing. It reminded me of
Hogwarts, with exposed beams and stuff like that. Because of the size of
the place, the noise was deafening, where hundreds of girls seemed to be
talking at the top of there voices.
Unlike Hogwarts, there were individual tables dotted all over the room.
We went over to the side of the hall and joined a long line of girls
waiting to get their lunches.
I kept my head down and only half listened to what Nicola was saying to
me. Eventually, some of her words got through.
'Everyone eats here, even if you only want a sandwich. There are loads
of choices, its sausages and chips for me today. What will you have?'
'Er, yes, that's OK, um sausages er yes.'
'Well don't be to positive will you!'
'Sorry, Nicola, its all very strange this, isn't it.'
'Yes, but it's a laugh, you have to say that.'
'If you say so.'
Just then we reached the serving area. In next to no time we had found a
table in the corner and were tucking into the sausages and chips.
I was pleased about the quality of the food. It tasted good and there
was plenty of it.
As I ate, I kept looking around furtively, making sure that no one was
going to denounce me in front of the whole school.
'Don't be nervous, Katie. People are more interested in feeding their
faces than looking at you.'
I could see that Nicola was right. I blended in. after all I was dressed
the same way as the other girls. I didn't stand out. I relaxed a bit and
started to enjoy my food.
In between bites, we talked about what happened.
'Nicola, you said to that teacher that I was in a special class. What's
that?'
'There are 2 classes that are called specials. One for the really bright
girls and the other one for the girls with what they call special needs.
They need more help than usual, that's why they have different classes.'
'And which class is Mrs Starkie's?'
'What do you mean?'
'Is it for the special needs girls or the nerdy ones?'
'Um, the nerdy ones.'
'Oh great. Not only am I here when I shouldn't be but if anyone asks, I
am a flaming nerd!'
By this time, we had finished our sausages and chips and had quickly
followed that with a yoghurt, some crisps, an orange, and a coke.
Kids were leaving the hall to go outside again and we followed the
throng.
Once again, we went over to the bushes to plan what I was going to do.
'What shall I do?'
'Well, you're the Nerd, Katie.'
'Ha Ha, very funny.'
'Sorry, you have to laugh, don't you'
I looked at some girls playing with a ball over the other side of the
quad, as I searched through my fevered brain to try and get myself out
of this mess. Then I remembered. I had my mobile phone. I dug it out of
my pocket, looked in the address book and found the phone number of a
taxi service Mum used once when her car broke down.
'I'll ring for a taxi, then sneak outside, run down the road and I'm
away.'
Nicola looked at me admiringly.
'Who's a clever girl then!'
'Don't start that again.'
'Sorry, couldn't resist it. Anyway, it's a good idea. The best time to
go is just when everyone has to go back to class. That's in about 20
minutes.'
'I had better ring now then. What's the name of the road outside?'
'School Road.'
'That figures.'
I rang the taxi company.
'Hello, speedy cabs? Can I have a taxi pick me up outside St Winifred's
School, in School Lane. Ah ha. Ah ha... About 20 minutes please. Ah ha
ah ha OK thanks.'
I pressed the end key and turned to Nicola.
'Easy peasy.'
'Great, Katie. Let me have your phone number. We have to keep in touch.'
I gave Katie the number and she gave me hers and we talked for a while
longer whilst waiting for the bell to go.
'Well Nicola, thanks for being a friend.'
'That's OK. It's a bit exiting really. The one thing about school is
that it's a bit ordinary. At least you are having a bit of adventure in
your life.'
'I would gladly swap your life with mine. Sorry, I would hate you to
loose your parents and everything but you know what I mean.'
Just then the bell went and there were girls running everywhere. There
was just time to give Nicola a quick hug and then, ensuring that no one
was looking at me, I ran for the gate. In no time I was outside and
sprinting up the road.
Just in time, as a taxi came round the corner. I waived and he stopped
for me.
'Did you call for a cab, love?'
'Yes. Thanks for being so quick. I'm running a bit late.'
I jumped in the taxi and in no time we were going through the leafy lane
leading me up to my house and the taxi pulled up outside.
'?4.50 please, love.'
I gave him ?5 and said, 'Keep the change.'
'Thanks love.'
With that he was gone and I walked slowly up my drive.
I then stopped. There was a car outside and it wasn't ours.
I hid behind a bush, close to the front door and wondered who it could
be. I had a view of the front door, so I could see when whoever it was
came out.
After about 5 minutes the front door opened and the lady estate agent,
who had visited the house before, came out. She locked the door and then
went over to her car.
She had a clipboard in her hand and was writing on it. She finished that
and then got out a mobile from her bag.
She pressed a couple of buttons and then put the phone to her ear.
I struggled to hear what she was saying.
'Hi Phil. I'm at the Peter's house. Everything's OK. No probs, but the
post is still being delivered here. Any chance of getting it transferred
to the solicitors?'
'Ok, then I'll get that sorted. See you in about 30. Byee.'
She got into her car and with a screech of tyres and gravel shot down
the drive and out into the road.
I breathed a sigh of relief and put the key in the front door.
The key wouldn't work. I looked at the shiny new lock and realised that
for some reason the locks had been changed in the short time I had been
out!
'Oh, Hell!' I said in frustration.
This just wasn't my day.
I went around the back of the house, trying the two other doors. Both of
them were locked.
I sat in the back garden, thinking about what next might happen. I just
had to get in the house, but I didn't want to break any windows or
anything like that as it would be noticed next time the lady from the
estate agents came. Also I had to be careful, as the alarm would be set
off if I broke in.
I got up and walked across the lawn to the small river at the end of the
garden. This was a favourite thinking spot for me and the sound of the
water was soothing. I sat down on a tree stump and looked into the
river. I could see tiny fish swimming and underwater plants, swaying in
the current. There was a couple of mallard ducks on the other side,
ferreting about in the water for tasty morsels. The sun was still quite
warm, despite the fact that it was autumn.
I thought it strange that the male ducks were the pretty ones and the
females a drab sort of colour. I looked at the clothes I was wearing and
smiled as I realised that it was funny that human males wore the drab
stuff and females were able to look pretty.
Anyway, I still hadn't got over the problem of getting into my house. I
walked along the edge of the river until I came to the old boathouse.
Many years before, it had been the place where previous owners kept
their small boats. It was brick built, but was now unused and the roof
was in a bad state of repair and the walls were not much better.
I pushed open the old wooden door. The hinges were a bit seized up but I
managed to push the door open enough to squeeze through the gap in the
opening.
I could see quite well inside, as part of the roof had collapsed. It was
fairly large boathouse with a channel from the river in the middle and
the side, jetty sections were wide enough to walk down.
At the end of the boathouse was a large area where things were stored.
There was an old wooden rowboat there that had seen better days and was
in advanced stages of wood rot.
There were old tools, wooden chests, bits of boats and tarpaulins
scattered all over the area. It was very dusty and the dust got into my
lungs, causing me to cough a bit. I had to be careful as I didn't want
to get my uniform dirty.
I was musing over whether I may have to stay here for the night (I
didn't fancy that one bit!) and poking about, when I moved an old rubber
sheet, probably used for covering boats. Underneath was a trapdoor!
'This is strange.' I sad to myself as I looked at the door with its
rusty hinges and ring pull.
Being inquisitive, I tugged at the ring pull and nothing happened. It
didn't budge one inch.
I looked around for something to lever under the door. In a corner, I
found a spade. I pushed the end into the small gap in the trapdoor and
levered down as hard as I could. I felt the door give just a little so I
redoubled my efforts.
Suddenly, with a cracking sound the door gave way and opened enough for
me to get my fingers underneath.
I pulled for all I was worth and after what seemed an age, the door
finally gave way and opened up fully.
I looked in the opening and saw that there were about ten steps leading
down into the gloom.
I wondered whether it led into a cellar or something. I was very
reluctant to go down there. It looked dark and not very inviting.
When I was young, I went with my Mum and Dad to the seaside in Cornwall.
I dug a big hole in the sand. It took ages and I was very proud of it. I
wanted to hide from my parents so I hid in the hole.
Unfortunately, the sand was dry and very fine. The walls collapsed on me
and buried me. I was panic stricken. Sand was getting in my ears and up
my nose. I could not breathe and the weight of the sand felt like it was
crushing me. Luckily, it was only a few seconds later that my Dad pulled
me out spluttering, but it seemed like ages. Luckily, he had been
keeping an eye on me and saw it all happening.
Ever since then I had been frightened of small confined spaces.
So you can see how I felt about going down those stairs. In addition to
this, and to add to my growing list of phobias, I didn't like mice and
was terrified of rats. I imagined that this was the sort of place where
mice and rats might congregate.
However, it seems that I had no choice, so with a thumping heart, I
hesitantly went down the steps making a bit of noise, just to scare
possible rodents away.
By now, my imagination was racing away about being attacked by some
rats. With every hesitant step, my breath shortened. I could feel the
sweat trickling down my back and I was trembling like I had a fever. I
know I was close to panic, but somehow I continued on.
With beating heart, I arrived at the bottom. It was very dark down there
and only the light available was from the boathouse behind me. I could
just make out a narrow passage in front of me in the murky distance.
After a few minutes of listening, no sounds of scurrying rats came to my
ears, just the heavy beat of my heart banging away. Eventually, I
started breathing a bit easier. It helped that I could now see faint
strips of light coming from the roof of the passage.
I decided to be brave and go down the passage carefully, as I thought
that it might lead somewhere. The floor was fairly even, but with bits
of dirt and rubble on it.
I went slowly, as the light was not great, even though my eyes had
become more used to the dark. I looked up as I passed one of the strips
of light, and saw a metal grill above my head. I could just about see
the sky through the narrow opening and what looked like some bushes. I
carried on, all brave ? not!
After passing about half a dozen of grills, I stopped. The tunnel seemed
very long and I wondered about how much further it went.
Just then I thought I heard a noise coming from behind me, sort of a
soft plopping noise.
I spun round, holding my breath, trying to see through the gloom. I
could see nothing and I couldn't hear anything.
'Get a hold of yourself Katie!' I said to myself and carried on as fast
as I could.
Eventually, I came to the end of the tunnel.
There were steps leading up but not much light. I went up the steps,
feeling my way, not knowing what was before me. My imagination went
overboard as I wondered if I might plunge to my death or something.
I must have gone up about thirty steps and then my hand touched a wall
in front of me. It was the end of the stairway. I was at a dead end!
Then, with my hands, I felt around me. On the right was just a wall, but
on my left I felt wood!
It could have been a door and I pushed for all I was worth but if it was
a door, it would not open!
Then I heard a noise. It was a noise that would haunt me for days
afterwards. It was the sound of scurrying creatures.
I screamed as I felt something go over my shoe and brush up against my
skirt.
I screamed again, the sound of my voice, deafening in the confined
space. I just had to get out of there!
I was sobbing now, in fear of my life. My heart was in my mouth and
again, I felt something furry brush up against my bare legs.
I must have found some strength somewhere, because I pushed at the wood
with the strength of ten. There was a creaking noise and suddenly, I saw
a gap of light. I pushed even harder and the door opened enough for me
to squeeze through.
As stumbled into the brightly lit room, something grey and furry shot in
through the gap that I had made. I couldn't see properly as I was
blinded by the sudden light. I shut my eyes against the glare and just
ran.
I tripped on something and fell heavily. I could here the patter of feet
behind me and the touch of fur on my bare leg.
I screamed hysterically. The rat had come for me. I was gong to be eaten
to death.
I covered my eyes with my grimy hands
I curled up in a ball and felt the rat land on my trembling body.
I could take no more and with the sound of my own screaming in my ears,
I mercifully I fainted with the shock.
Copyright Susan Brown 2005
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