ForeverWalking

Part Four Walking through the corridor she went down the spiral staircase towards the bottom end of the building. Looking straight forward Rach sees a long jumbled up line of girls talking and shouting between each other, standing opposite the Gym, in the East Wing. They were waiting for the PE teachers to arrive to unlock the changing rooms so they could get changed ready for the lesson. Rach dragged her feet so she would hopefully get there just as the teachers unlocked the door so it wouldn't mean having to hand around. Thankfully Mrs W walked past Rach towards the door, the line of eager pupils disappeared in a dash. Approaching the chan

Part Three Art was Rach's favourite lesson. She used to have a sketchpad in her bag at all times and when Rach was in the library in her breaks she would sit at a table and draw the first thing that came to mind. Usually with a plain pencil but sometimes a biro too. Not only would Rach draw in her sketchpad in school, but also in cafes, when she was on her own. She'd draw what she saw and go into great detail from the frowns to the style of hair and she'd make sure the shading was right too - a pet hate - the light had to be coming from the right angle and that's the part that consumed most of her time! Anyway, now she was in Art and she ha

The bell goes, and not a moment too late, as Rach stays behind and waits for everyone to leave the class. Fearing if she got up before the others she'll be tripped up or spat at, or humiliated some other way. It's now break time where the pupils have fun with their friends and wind down ready for the next lesson, but Rach made her way to one of the long corridors, out of the way, in an attempt to hide from the bullies. Everyone she walks past she fears, don't look anyone in the eye, it's only asking for trouble. The clock in the foyer seems to have stopped as the time drags by, 15 minutes feels like an eternity. Two teachers 'standing guard

“It’s 7am, time to get up!!” screamed her step-mum downstairs. Opening her eyes on the dull Monday morning she felt her heart sink as her eyes filled up with tears. “Another morning, another day” she thought to herself as she rose from her pit, sitting on the edge of the bed staring blankly at her school timetable pinned to the wall behind her. Freezing to the spot her whole body was caught in a chill as she repeated the words, “no, no” constantly in her mind. “Rach! Hurry up you’re going to be late again!” “Alright, alright!” came the reply as she jumped up from her bed and threw