I’ll never understand why he has to baby me so much. I know nothing about this College place but it obviously can’t be good if guards took time out of their walking-around-being-useless programme to take us there.
Rubbing the spot where the staff met my back, my thoughts flashed back to this morning. The banging on the door when no-one ever called. Seeing Dad’s body slammed into the ground. The scream... My scream. All whizzing in my mind and I couldn’t stop it.
With blood dribbling down Dad’s nose, I followed him as he held my hand like a puppy into the circle of guards. They blocked us from the world but not the burning of people’s sneers. Their whispers. The sounds of spitting on the ground, but you know that they only do it ‘cause of fear. Fear that they might be accused of helping us just by looking. Fear that they’d be next.
For the first time I try my teacher’s method to calm my thoughts by concentrating on the dull sound of boots but it stops suddenly
I try to look over their shoulders again, but someone presses me down. Sommert big cast its shadow over us, but the hand on my head wouldn’t let me look up. Dirt turns to concrete and footsteps echo as we move forward into an unknown building.