I didn't know my life would change so much. I never saw it coming.
"Send her in!" calls the head teacher. I'm the only one in the waiting area. The lady at reception isn't paying attention to me. I guess she sees this kind of thing happen everyday. I guess she knows why the head teacher wants to see me.
The lady walks through the double doors and opens the one for me to go through, standing there, smiling and beckoning me over. I walk over to her, glancing around, taking in my surroundings. I'm not used to this. My everyday life is sitting behind a desk, listening to my teacher, trying to digest the lesson. My nerves playing up, I push open the door of the office. The door labelled 'Karin Hamound- Head Teacher'. My body tenses.
"Sit down" Karin says, a smile playing with her lips. She's nice. Her hair is short, cut like a boys'. Light yellow with dark brown highlights. I wonder if they're natural... She has glasses propped in it, just before her forehead. "Are you alright, dear?" She tries sneaking her way into my mind.
"Fine thanks, you?" I won't let her.
"Great, now don't worry. You're not in trouble."
"Okay" I reply, in a quiet voice, not knowing what else to say.
"I got a call from Social Services, and your sister's school. Meadow Side, is it?"
"Yeah" I say slowly, unsure. I've never heard of Social Services before.
"Well, we heard that your sister's right arm is hurt, she was unable to write with it during school today. Is that right?"Images of ambulances fly threw my head. Something must have happened to her. I can't feel my knees.
"Yeah" I say for the third time this afternoon. Very weakly this time.
"And we know that your father hit her. Is that right?" Terror strikes me, making my heart pound.
So this is what this is all about...
I don't know what to say at first. My mind sort of runs and freezes at the same time. Like it's overloaded with thoughts, images, possibilities. I am not supposed to say anything about dad hitting us. Or about how he gets angry. But then, Jazmyn had told them. She did tell them, didn't she? How else would they know? Did this mean I could?
I look at Karin, her warm eyes, her little body. Heart-shaped, welcoming face. Something about her made me trust her, so I tell her. Not everything. Not the whole truth. She asks if dad hits me too.
"Only when he gets angry" My voice sounds like it's coming from miles away. She gets up from her chair and somehow manages to walk calmly over to a cupboard. Her clean, white hand grabs a folder named 'Domestic Violence' and she shuts the cupboard and returns to her desk. What's Domestic Violence? I've never heard of it before.