15 April 2012
"Did Mum not come too?" I asked as Dad closed the door to the tiny medical room that was grim enough to make you feel ill if you didn't already before. The aged camp bed sagged and was accompanied by an old plastic school chair-slightly wobbly and a window that looked out onto the staff car park. "Yes, Cords, she did. She's just out there talking to ... " He ran his hand through his dark hair, my Dad still looked young for his age, infact it was Mum who had grey hair. "I'm sorry Dad." "Sorry for what? I think..." All these pauses mid- sentence it wasn't like him, he seemed worried, great! Just then door edged open and Mrs Courtney came in looking motherly and concerned, a new look for her, I had to say. "Well Cordi, we have decided that all things being considered you should take the rest of the week off as illness and we will hopefully see you back next week. I've made an appointment with your Mother for next Monday so we can, all four of us touch base before you return to your planned lessons. OK?" She smiled, in an official manner and stood up.
Words started to revolve around my head. Illness, appointment, touch base, planned lessons, hopefully? This was sounding a little too much like damage limitation. What had been the conversation between her and Mum?
As we left the room and started through the main entrance I noted a few things, Mum had my bags, my reflection in a glass display cabinet was shocking, I looked bloody crazy now too. Oh and Anya was stood talking to Mr Rich and Mrs Mcburn, the Deputy head, Nate was with her. Stood close in a protective fashion, fingers almost brushing hers. Which I would have been pleased with had not a look of guilt poured down her the minute she caught my eye. She looked away, Nate saw me and smiled in a " hey, nothing to see here, we're just killing time." kinda way. Yeah right, it just looked like that kind of conversation. Well done Anya, well done. Concern and compassion was the last thing I needed. Especially if it was shown by dobbing me in.
One slightly good thing was it was only Tuesday, I had nearly a week to sort my head and my story out. A plan was beginning to form. One that required a video camera, I was going to have to film myself. Film myself going to sleep, being asleep. Then I could start to work out exactly what was going on.
No Title... Part Three • Opuss № I