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A New Style of Education
by Karen Page
Part 37
It seemed strange to wake up in a room with no windows, but it was
probably fitting after a rather strange day that turned out nothing like
I'd expected at the start of the day. Most days have a pattern that has
some type of expectation built in. Yesterday just didn't fit into
anything that had previously happened. One question kept buzzing through
my mind, apart from Sam - wow, that was some other thing that was
unexpected, was 'Why?' Why did I breakdown? What caused it to happen
then, and what could I do about it so it didn't happen again.
I heard loud snoring and grinned. I'm still not sure how any of us
actually managed to stay asleep with Anna snoring like she did, but I
suppose after another few hours chatting with Sam we were all pretty
tired. So far Sam's issue was something just for our year. Sam was
certainly not ready for the rest of the school to know, but when Sam was,
we would all be there giving our support.
Support! Support is one thing that this school gave which I'd forgotten
about. It had become so second nature that I'd forgotten it was even
there. I'd only had to tell Rachel that I was having issues and she would
have chatted through things with me and probably reached the same
conclusion as last night. There was no need for silly things like
suicide. Why didn't I remember such things when needed? Heck, we'd all
been there when Jessica had her breakdown, so why didn't I remember how
it wasn't needed.
"Are you okay?" murmured Helen, lying in a sleeping bag next to me.
"Sure, just basking in the fact there is no alarm this morning."
I think I must have been jinxed, as a big yellow smiling face suddenly
appeared on the big television followed by a very loud fanfare. The words
"TIME TO GET UP" appeared below the face.
A shock like that wasn't what we wanted on a suicide watch. I quickly
grabbed my PDA and started looking into what had happened. Others had
already guessed, but I wanted proof. Matilda!
"Calm down," I said, jumping out of my sleeping bag. "It looks like
Matilda made a slight typo and sent it to the wrong screen. I think it
was meant for the year-B room. Our device names are almost identical."
I sent a quick message to the little munchkin, telling her what she'd
done. I explained it really wasn't a good idea to send something like
that during suicide watch happening and people were a bit jittery.
"Apart from the unexpected alarm call, how is everyone feeling?" I
enquired. "Anybody feel suicidal?"
"I'm too tired to feel anything," moaned Susan.
"I suppose a night of the unexpected will do that," I laughed.
"What about you?" Melissa asked me, when everyone confirmed they were
okay.
"I feel rather foolish about what happened yesterday. I'm not sure why I
forgot to ask for help, though I'm sure I won't be allowed to forget it.
Suicide is the furthest thought from my mind."
"It better be," growled Helen. "If you try again, I'll finish the job
myself."
There was a stunned silence, until Helen started giggling. I knew, or
hoped, that she was joking, but sometimes you can never be too sure.
"Let's break for showers and then meet back here. We have about forty-
five minutes before breakfast. I think Helen and I are chilled enough not
to need an escort for that."
"Thank goodness for that," said Jill with much feeling.
Our laughter was interrupted by a timid knock on the door, which we
almost missed. Everyone glanced at me, the resident door knock
interpreter. I didn't recognise it, so shrugged.
Ruth, who was the closest, opened the door. "It's Matilda and Mary Beth.
Matilda wonders if she can come in and apologise."
"Let me go into the toilets," said Sam, making a hasty retreat. Jessica
quickly followed, when her PDA gave a proximity warning.
"Come in," Ruth said, swinging open the door.
"I wanted to say that I'm sorry if I upset anyone when I did that alarm
clock," said Matilda.
There were many quick comments on how we forgave her, but to be careful
in future.
"I'm glad you woke us up when you did," said Helen. "It means that I can
get my back scrubbed for longer."
Matilda obviously understood what Helen was saying and looked down,
rather embarrassed. I don't think Mary Beth understood, as she looked a
bit perplexed.
"Matilda, you didn't do this on your own, did you?" I queried.
"What do you mean?"
"You are an expert in infiltrating systems, but not in coding. This
required knowledge which you don't have."
"Yes, I did have someone else helping me this time, although I do have a
few tricks up my sleeve. You'd be surprised by how much I know. Often I
have to write programs to help keep hidden while ... er, exploring," she
said, without giving away who had helped and I didn't ask. It was a good
prank and I didn't want to spoil her enthusiasm.
At breakfast, most of the years looked very relaxed and content. Years A
and B looked rather embarrassed, while year C was a mixture. Well most of
year B looked embarrassed. Mary Beth must have found out what Helen had
meant, as she and Matilda kept glancing at each other with silly grins.
After breakfast, we were met in the entrance lobby by Rachel and Julia.
Julia looked rather reproachfully at me.
"I'm sorry, miss," I said, bowing my head.
"I'm disappointed in what you did, Jayne. I thought you knew better,"
said Julia.
That actually hurt the most. I respected Julia and thought very highly of
her. To actually hear her say I disappointed her ripped my heart out. I
felt the tears welling in my eyes. Julia didn't say anything else, but
registered our travel PDA's to us and left with our standard ones.
"We have about a three hour journey to our first stop," said Rachel, as
Helen and I buckled up in the back of the car. "If you need a comfort
stop, then let me know. You should find a basket somewhere back there. In
it are snacks and drinks to keep you going."
We'd just had a rather sizable breakfast, but Helen and I did what all
teenagers would do, dove in to see what was there. Rachel laughed at the
normality of the situation and slowly drove down the driveway.
"Why don't you do what you normally do when you infiltrate a system,"
said Helen to me.
"Huh?"
"What do you normally do if you do any hacking? I know if I pick a lock,
I have to send a report."
"I send Julia a report, but I didn't hack. I used the extended privileges
I have to fool the system," I explained.
"So, you got the system to do something that it wasn't meant to do? That
sounds worthy of a report."
I hated doing reports, but knew Helen was right. It was much easier on a
full-size keyboard, but at least these PDA's had a small keyboard. Helen
put on a pair of headphones to listen to music from her PDA while I
worked away. Finally, after many changes, I sent the report. I'd also
added a recommendation that would stop someone trying what I'd done.
An hour later, I'd received nothing back from Julia apart from a read
receipt, which arrived a few minutes after I'd sent the report. I began
to feel that I'd let everyone down and that nobody would forgive me,
especially Julia.
"I think this is a good place to stop," said Rachel, pulling into the
services. "Why don't we say a fifteen minute break to go to the toilet
and stretch your legs?"
"Yes, Rachel," Helen and I said simultaneously. I grinned at the
absurdity of how happy that made me feel.
Wow, it seemed so strange. It was just Helen and me, alone, miles from
school. When I'd gone to Scotland with Julia, I'd never left Julia's
side. Yet today, less than a day after a suicide attempt, Rachel trusted
us to behave.
Without cash to splurge at the service station shop, there wasn't much to
do, so after visiting the toilets, we made our way back to the car. As we
approached, we spotted that Rachel was on her phone, so we went back to
the look at what CD's the shop had.
"This one looks good," said Helen, showing me The Scissor Sisters album.
That was the problem with motorway service stations, they never had
anything up-to-date
"It's on the school network," I said, having been surprised by the words
of the songs. "I heard they are working on a new album due out next
year."
As we were coming out of the shop, Rachel was just coming into the
building. "I'll be with you in two minutes," she rushed quickly towards
the ladies.
"I've not had a KFC in months," sighed Helen, looking longingly at the
food stalls.
"I know what you mean. The food at the school is nice, but a take-away of
fish and chips or pizza would be great every so often."
"Are you two okay?" said Rachel, rejoining us.
"School food is great, but how often do we get chance to just have a fun
children's meal?" I asked, mirroring the thoughts we'd had.
"What do you mean?"
"A KFC or McDonalds, or even a pizza with lots of coke."
"Why would you want such food?" Rachel asked, sounding puzzled.
"It's just part of our childhood that we're missing out on, that we don't
really have to. I'm not talking about every day, but as a treat that we
can savour every so often. And I'm not talking about the kitchen staff
making it, but actually getting some nice unhealthy food delivered in."
"Well I can't guarantee that we can in school, but we certainly can pig
out at lunch if you want," smiled Rachel. "I can't remember eating out
for ages."
"Rachel, don't you ever get a day off?" Helen asked, as we got into the
car.
"Sometimes, it has been easier lately, with the American staff here to
make sure there is enough cover. Apart for meals, do you see every member
of the support staff every day?"
"No, I suppose we don't," agreed Helen.
"Is that why sometimes year five doesn't have someone at their table?" I
said, thinking back. "I always assumed it was because they were busy
elsewhere."
"The American's don't seem to have the problem as they have a bigger
support staff. They have general councillors that deal with the ordinary
as well as the psychiatric team. At Hayfield, there are ten students in
year-one, and there is talk about taking ten or twelve next year. It
might be time to hire an extra person."
"What about Mr Hobson. He always seems to be there."
"He lives at the school, so even if he has a day off, he will always try
to be around for breakfast and the evening meal."
My PDA beeped with the arrival of a message. I looked and it was from
Julia. She apologised for the length of time getting back to me and said
that she'd implemented my well thought out suggestions. That cheered me
up a little. Perhaps she wasn't ignoring me, after all.
"Do you mind if I have a small nap?" I asked. "Last night was tiring."
"I think I'll join you," said Helen.
The continuous drone of the car on the motorway soon sent me to sleep and
the next thing I knew was when the car slowed as we got off the motorway.
"Are we nearly there?" I murmured, not wanting to wake Helen, who was
still asleep.
"We will be in a few minutes. Can you gently wake Helen, so she has
chance to come around?"
"Wake up, Helen," I gently rubbed my hand against her arm.
"Leave me a bit longer," she complained, half asleep.
"We are nearly there," I said, rubbing her leg this time. "I think we
have a can of Dr Pepper in the bag."
"Okay," she grumbled, shifting position to stretch her legs.
"So where are we?" I asked, giving Helen a drink to suck on.
"You'll see," Rachel promised, turning through a set of gates into a
driveway.
"This is a cemetery," said Helen, as the tombstones came into view.
"Correct," confirmed Rachel. "There is something here that I want you to
see."
Rachel parked the car and took a potted plant from the boot of the car.
We followed her to a specific grave. It was rather plain and just said
"Jason Paul Bishop, died 23 July 2005"
"Who is Jason?" Helen asked.
"Jason was a transsexual and had transitioned to be Tina Francis Bishop.
Let me tell you her story as I tidy up the grave a bit."
For the story, read: Denied
Helen and I listened as we helped Rachel with a bit of tidying.
"But that's so unfair," I sniffed. "How could Yvonne do that?"
"Do what?" said Rachel.
"The gravestone should say Tina Francis Bishop."
"When someone dies, the next of kin gets to decide these things," said
Rachel sadly. "Since they weren't divorced, Yvonne got to make the choice
she did. There was a lot of protest from the transgendered community, but
Yvonne decided for the good of the children. It's a place where they can
go to remember their father without their knowing the past. Tina gave up
any say when she killed herself."
"The children didn't know?"
"No, as far as I know, they didn't."
"It seems a total waste," I said, in between blowing my nose. "The
children lost a parent and Tina never became who she needed to be."
Rachel and Helen both gave me meaningful looks and I frowned. I'd got the
point; they didn't have to rub it in.
"We have quite a drive to the next stop, so let's get going," said
Rachel.
I glanced at the note, attached to the potted plant. It was addressed to
Tina. Rachel had remembered Tina in the right way. I ran to catch up with
them.
My PDA rang as we were stopped for something to eat, while heading for
our next destination. We had eaten at a Burger King and I had to stop
myself from picking it up with greasy fingers. After wiping my fingers, I
saw Anna's name shown on the screen.
"Hi Anna, how's your course going?"
"Hey, it isn't too bad. We're getting some great tips and ideas, and we
all thought we were okay. Heck, even Jessica is worrying less."
I laughed as I heard the protest in the background.
"It seems most of us had some mild stress in our lives due to the school
work, but nothing that should cause any problems. Apparently a bit of
stress isn't bad, unless it is ignored."
"Sounds like I'm missing out," I sighed. Seeing Tina's grave and hearing
what had happened had left me rather spooked. At the moment, I'd rather
have been anywhere than with Rachel. I couldn't imagine where we would be
going next. Perhaps she would be showing me how the dinosaurs became
extinct because they didn't talk to each other enough.
"I rang to see if things were okay. You sound a bit upset."
"I'll explain more tonight, but Rachel has just been showing us the
consequences of last night's action. We've been to our first stop, and
we've just had lunch while on our way to our final stop. We should be
home late this evening."
"We asked if we could have you on tracker, but it got refused. Even
Matilda said that she wouldn't help. She says she is under some sort of
promise not to go near that system."
Interesting. First Julia seemed distracted, and then Matilda had to
promise not to go near a part of the computer system. I wonder if
something is happening.
"Well I can't tell you where we're going, as Rachel hasn't told us," I
said, half trying to provoke Rachel. She just smiled and stole one of my
chips. "I'll ring when we are on the way home and we know roughly when we
will be back."
When we were back in the car, and again driving along the motorway, I
asked Rachel, "Is something special happening?"
"What do you mean?" replied Rachel. Helen too looked enquiringly at me.
"First this morning Julia said she'd been rather busy, and it seems
Matilda has had to promise to keep her fingers out of certain systems."
"And they think that will stop her?" Helen asked, sounding very
surprised.
"From what I've heard, she keeps her promises," I responded.
"I've not heard that anything special is happening today," said Rachel,
"but I'm not always told beforehand. I just have to make sure that
everyone is okay afterwards."
"Why?"
"Remember when you went to get Jill and Anna? There were certain things
you needed to get off your chest. The sight of armed police threatening
to shoot someone, the fear of being in a house with an angry mob trying
to burn it down. Those sights were not something you knew how to deal
with."
"I suppose not," I admitted.
"How bad does it get?" Helen asked.
"If all goes to plan, it shouldn't get anything like as bad as Jayne
experienced that day. However, the unexpected can happen."
The scenery flashed by as the car ate the miles. After a while, Helen and
I glanced at each other. "We can't be, can we?" whispered Helen.
"It looks like it," I responded. "But why?"
"You'll see," said Rachel, obviously hearing our whispers.
"Do you think we can see our families, while we are here?" said Helen,
excitedly.
I moved across one seat, so I was right next to Helen and took her hands
into mine. "You know the rules," I sighed. "We can't see our families.
What happened with Jessica was an emergency."
It seemed rather heartless of Rachel. She knew how it hurt Helen that she
couldn't see her parents again, and being this close obviously built up
hope.
"I know," sobbed Helen, leaning her head on my shoulder. "I know. I just
had a moments relapse. I'll be okay."
"No, Helen. You were there for me yesterday. Let me be here for you
today." I turned to Rachel and said, "I hope there is a good reason that
you've bought us here today. You knew how upset Helen would be coming
this close to home."
"We wouldn't have needed to come if you'd not attempted suicide, and yes,
there is a good reason we are here today, as you will see in a few
minutes."
When we turned into what was our destination my heart sank. Another
cemetery. The last one had been quite traumatic enough. I had a sneaking
suspicion why we were visiting this one. Yes, coming here today was my
fault, but I'm sure this visit would have happened at some stage in my
life, either at school or after I'd finished.
"Do you know where the grave is?" I asked.
"Of course," she said. "You don't think we'd have made this trip unless I
was prepared."
We parked in a mostly deserted car park and followed Rachel, who expertly
guided us. "Well, this has changed," she commented.
"Let me guess, you saw the grave while doing the background research
before offering me the place."
Rachel just smiled. "It was a rather unvisited grave last time I came."
There were flowers and a little sign saying, "To the sister I only
started to know. I wish I'd known you longer."
I started to cry when I read the sign. Obviously mum had started to deal
with the death of her sibling, rather than ignore it. I wonder how much
the rest of the family knew. I began to think about Mum's letter to me,
the one that had been read out to everyone last night. To die such a
horrible death. To slit ones wrists and die an agonising death isn't
something a teenager should ever have thoughts about. How can people
treat them so bad that it came to that? I still don't understand why I
tried, but I know that I can't ever do it again. I can't, given Helen and
all those that care about me. How much pain must Mum have felt when she
discovered the body?
"Are you okay?" asked Helen, slipping her hand into mine.
"I don't want to end up like this," I said, trying to hold back the
tears. "I don't want to cause others pain."
"What about your pain?"
"I don't know why I got like that. It was a sudden reaction to a
temporary problem. After the Russia trip, I'll be back as David."
"You could be now if you wanted."
"No," I said violently shaking my head. "I made my choice for this trip.
I'm not going to change." I stood there, facing the grave, Helen holding
my hand. My thoughts wondering about the aunt I never knew, and the
loving new family that I had. Suicide was no longer an option for me.
"Hello, Dr Ruiz," a familiar voice from behind me interrupted my
thoughts. "What are you doing here?"
What is 'she' doing here? She should be at work. This is going to cause
some issues. I wonder how Rachel is going to deal with this one?
I was faced away, but straightening up, I turned and smiled weakly at my
Mum.
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