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Home Alone ~ Moving On ~ Chapter 2
His eyes lingered on me for a few seconds and a frown crossed his face.
He looked down at the register, looked at me, then Nicola and then his
eyes moved on around the room.
Breathing a big sigh of relief I relaxed slightly. I needed to speak to
my mother and sister as soon as possible, but for now I had to sit
through this lesson, hopefully without making my presence felt or
attracting too much attention. I looked at Nicola, wondering if I should
whisper something.
I didn't need to. She had her mouth open and was doing a good impression
of a fish out of water.
Her mouth shut with an audible click of (her) teeth. She looked at me,
horror on her face and was just about to whisper something when...
"Right, attention class. My name is Mr Jackson; I am a temporary teacher
and will be here until Miss Shaw comes back from maternity leave. Now,
can you please open your text books and go to page 95..."
The lesson went on the way lessons do. Luckily, Mr Jackson only asked a
few questions and they weren't aimed at Nicola or me. Funnily enough, he
was a good teacher and he seemed to know his stuff. I was almost
enjoying it and forgetting all the nasty things that he had said to me
when the bell went and we all got up to go to our next lesson.
As Nicola and I walked to the door we heard a cough.
"Um, Nicola and Katie, can you stay behind for a moment please?"
My heart sort of flopped and I felt goose bumps on my bare arms and legs
as we waited behind as the others left the room.
When the other kids had left, leaving just the three of us, Mr Jackson
looked at us and smiled.
"Come over here please kids. I won't bite, I promise."
We reluctantly went over to his desk.
"OK, I must admit that it was a bit of a shock finding you two in my
class. When I looked over the names of the children in my class, it
didn't click that you two were in it. Of course, as soon as I saw you, I
recognised you both. Whatever I say here is private between you two and
me. OK?"
We both nodded, not knowing what else to do.
"Promise?"
Once again we both nodded.
"Good. Now firstly Katie, I want to apologise to you. I had a big
problem about your gender or the apparent conflicts and I took it out on
you. My losing my job at social services made me realise that I (had)
did have a problem and I needed to do something about it .I took a long
hard look at myself and didn't like what I saw. I was stupid, narrow
minded and irrational and I paid for my actions by losing my job. I am
a trained teacher but I had been working as a social worker for a number
of years. My previous school had shut down due to falling attendances
and there were too many teachers chasing too few jobs. The local council
were crying out for new social workers and I decided to work for them.
When I, ah, left the social services department, I decided to start
again with teaching. That's why I am here now, as a supply teacher,
until something permanent turns up. I hope that you can both forgive me
for my actions and I also hope that we can move on and forget the past.
Is that OK? If not, I will go to the head mistress and offer my
resignation. It is only fair. It's up to you; if you want me to go I
will."
I looked at Nicola and she looked at me.
I didn't want to cause Mr Jackson to lose his job, again. He had
apologised and he seemed very sincere. I had been lucky enough to be
able to have a new start, why couldn't he?
Nicola looked the same as me and we did that telepathic sister thing and
I just said, "It's OK Mr Jackson. I'm sure everything will be all right.
We won't say anything."
"Thanks girls, you don't know how much that means to me. Now I'll give
you a note for your next teacher so you won't get into trouble."
He scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Nicola.
"See you next time girls and Katie..."
"Yes sir?"
"For the record, I think that you look a very pretty girl."
I blushed and just said, "thank you sir."
We left the classroom and went to our next lesson and didn't have a
chance to talk to each other until lunch time; which was a bit like
feeding time at the zoo.
I could hear the noise coming from the dining room a long time before we
actually reached it.
As we swung open the doors, the noise level tripled. It was a bit like
being hit by a wall of sound. At least this first time, I took a step
back as the noise washed over me.
Nicola grabbed my arm and we headed over to the counter and joined the
queue of boys and girls with trays, waiting for their turn.
There was plenty of choice, but all I fancied was a cheese sandwich, an
apple and some juice. I had to watch what I ate, after all.
Nicola had a burger and some fries with a coke, all nice and healthy.
We walked over to some French doors and went outside onto a patio area.
It was a lot quieter out there and we could talk in relative privacy. It
was quite warm and sunny out on the patio and we had nice views over the
playing fields to the woods beyond. We sat and munched our food quietly,
thinking our own thoughts.
As we finished our food, Nicola turned to me, wiping her lips on a
napkin and said, "well that was a turn up."
"What?"
"Well; Mr Jackson being our social services teacher."
"Yes. I thought I'd die when I saw him."
"Are you OK with him being a teacher here?"
"Yes. I think that he's sorry for what he did and my father used to say
to me, always give people a second chance if they make a mistake."
"It was a big mistake."
"I know, but if he is truly sorry, I don't want to wreck his career.
They couldn't have thought that he was a very bad man or he would not be
allowed to work at a school. There are laws about that."
"Shall we tell Mummy?"
I thought for a moment.
"No, she might say something to the school. Let's see how things go."
"OK. I know we promised that we won't say anything but if he gets bad,
we'll tell our parents."
"OK."
The rest of the day went in a whirl. We had three more lessons before we
finished for the day.
Luckily, we only had about an hours" prep (homework) before we were
allowed to have supper and then some time to ourselves.
After supper, all the girls in my dorm; that is Stephanie. Julia,
Phillipa, Denise, Portia, Georgina and of course Nicola, gave me a tour
of the school grounds.
The girls were all talking at once and finishing each others sentences.
I didn't have to say much and just went with the flow, happy to be with
them and part of the group.
"This is the tennis courts. Portia is good but I'm better."
"Pig."
"And this is the gym, I love the parallel bars."
"'Isn't this a humungous swimming pool!"
"I like breast stroke."
"Back stroke for me."
"I'm brilliant at belly flops!"
"I can't swim," I said in a small voice.
"You can learn, silly."
"Maybe," I said, not too confidently.
"You will," said Stephanie, "Miss Chivers is the best, she could teach a
slug to swim."
"Why would a slug want to swim?" said Julia.
"SHUT UP JULIA," shouted all the girls, laughing.
I saw the playground and the playing fields; lots of different buildings
with specific uses such as the library and computer centre. The school
grounds were huge and it took ages to walk around.
We went around a corner and into a small wood with tall thin trees and
were walking along a gentle, shaded path. The sun was casting long
afternoon shadows and the trees whispered in the gentle breeze.
There was a small stream or brook with a small wooden bridge over it,
just ahead of us.
"POO STICKS," cried the girls together as they scattered around looking
for twigs and sticks.
I joined the chase for sticks and in no time we were on the bridge
dropping our sticks over into the stream and dashing over the other side
of the little bridge to see which stick was the first to go through.
"I won!" shouted Denise.
"No you didn't it was me!" said Portia loudly.
In no time, we were chasing back through the woods all shouting that we
were the winner and I was laughing so much my sides ached.
We settled down a little as we got back and watched a girly DVD in the
dorm, The Princess Diaries (Which was great, by the way) we kidded,
joked and chatted into the evening.
All too soon it was time for bed and suddenly I was uncomfortable being
there whist everyone got ready.
The other girls had no such inhibitions and were soon changing into
their PJ's and nighties. They were wearing all sorts; satin PJ's and
short nighties. Frilly things and floaty fabrics, mostly in bright
colours, pink being the favourite.
One of the girls, George, had a long tee shirt nightie covered with
little teddies on. I liked that one very much.
I was a bit embarrassed at changing in front of the other girls and
quietly went into the toilets to clean my teeth and change for bed.
I slipped on my long cotton nightie, washed my face and cleaned my
teeth, took a deep breath and then went back into the dorm.
Most of the girls were in bed, only Julia was still up, brushing her
long brown hair and counting, "ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred,"
before jumping into bed.
I quickly and somewhat self consciously got into bed.
Katie gave me a quick smile of encouragement which made me feel a bit
better.
Suddenly the door opened and Miss Stevens, our registration teacher came
in.
"OK girls, come on, settle down, lights out time now. Good night all of
you, don't let the beg bugs bite."
There was a mass giggle as the lights went out and the door closed
quietly.
The sound of footsteps could be heard going down the hall and staircase
and gradually receding into the distance.
There was complete silence in the dorm. I closed my eyes and...
A giggle and then another bubbled up and then some whispering. I opened
my eyes and I could see several torches lighting up the room.
"Hey Julia," said someone, "you only brushed up to ninety-seven."
"I did not, you beast. I can count as well as you Portia!"
We all laughed at that.
Suddenly all the girls were out of bed and milling around.
"Come on Katie, what are you doing in bed."
"Um, it's bedtime?"
There were general snorts of laughter as Nicola came over and sat on my
bed, torch in hand.
"Officially, it's bed time, but everyone always stays up a little bit
longer. Its fun having sleepovers every night and who goes to sleep on
sleepovers, anyway?"
"I've never been to one, so I don't know," I said sadly.
There were a series of ah's and ooh's and they all came over and flopped
onto my bed.
"Now Katie, we have to increase your education," said Stephanie.
The others all nodded.
"Come on, get up," said Julia, "the night is young."
Reluctantly I got out of the warm bed feeling very shy. I knew that I
was a girl, but being scantily clad like this, I was very aware of my
horrid boy bits and I really didn't want to be laughed at. This was all
very new to me and not a little scary.
Nicola seeing my hesitancy skootched over to give me a cuddle.
All the other girls were looking at me and I wished I could die at that
moment. Tears started welling up and before I knew it I was crying my
eyes out.
Suddenly I felt surrounded and opened my eyes to see somewhat blearily
that I was in the middle of a group hug.
"Why are you crying?" said Georgina, I mean George.
"It's just, that I so much want to be like you all and just fit in, but
I'm not like you. Not where it counts."
"What do you mean?" said Julia.
"I have boy bits and even if I didn't, my insides are different from
yours and I can't get married and have babies and be like a normal
girl."
"That's silly," said Stephanie. "Lots of women can't have babies, my
mother couldn't have any more after me but I have a baby brother,
Benjamin."
"How?" I said sniffing.
"Adopted, just like you were."
"Oh."
"And my mum would be hurt if you said she wasn't a real woman."
"That's right," said Nicola. "Remember, our mother can't have children
and we are both adopted. It's not your body that's important but what is
in your head. You are a girl in your head and that is where it is most
important. Don't forget that."
"Sorry. I didn't want to hurt any one. I don't seem to be saying the
right things." I started sniffing again.
"That's it, I've had enough," said Denise seriously.
I looked up. She sounded serious and angry.
She came over in her teddy bear PJ's and flashed her torch in my eyes.
"Say this after me. And hold your hand up."
I nodded, fearfully. Perhaps she wanted to fight me. I didn't want to
fight.
I held up my hand.
"I, Katie."
"I, Katie."
"Am."
"Am."
"A."
"A."
"Girl."
"Girl."
"And I want."
"And I want."
"To be tickled."
"To be tickled."
With that they all jumped on me and tickled me until I was crying not
from sadness but from laughter.
The light suddenly came on, blinding us with the brightness as the door
swung open to a frowning Miss Stevens.
"What is going on in here?"
"Sorry Miss," said several of the girls sheepishly.
"Into bed at once and if I hear a peep out of any of you, you will all
be on detention."
The light went out and footsteps receded into the distance.
There was a quiet giggle and a few whispers.
"Katie," whispered Julia loudly.
"What?" I whispered back.
"There is one thing you need to do."
"What?" I said wondering what it could be.
"Get some new nighties."
"Why?"
Everybody said it at the same time, "Yours are toooo boring and awfully
mumsie."
I laughed quietly and said, "Does that mean a trip to the shopping
centre?"
They all laughed quietly and George said, "Spoken like a true girl."
To be continued...
Mila
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