Higher_English

Sitting in the hospital, the smell I’m getting used to. All around in the ward children are playing with toys and are happy. Some don’t even look ill. I want to go and play, but I can’t. I can’t do anything. I have multiple broken bones with my right arm and both legs being in casts. My left arm is covered in bruises; the bones are badly bruised as well. I have a drip in my left hand and blood is being pumped into my body. I’m glad I never saw them putting the drip in – which would have given me the creeps. The doctor said I’m lucky to be alive with the state my body is in and that I should be grateful to the person who helped me – they found me in the middle of the desert alone. The doctors, police and most of all social services are desperate to know what happened, they keep coming to ask me. They never talk to me about anything else. I won’t tell them though. There are two reasons why, but they don’t know that. I like having their company; it’s boring in here. No one talks to me about anything and I get lonely. All I can do is think of what happened in the desert last week. It had all began when I moved to yet another school. It always happens. I move to a new school, settle in and then have to move again. At other schools I made friends quickly, but this time it was different. I went into school on the first day, having a general idea of what to expect. I had started my classes, expecting that I’d make some friends soon, but I was wrong. Everything I did made someone hate me more. I’d walk about at break and lunchtime alone. I saw people laughing, I just knew they were laughing at me. I’d been at school for two weeks and still no-one spoke to me unless they were taking the Mick. Sometimes I got the feeling teachers were saying stuff about me too. During the two weeks nothing exciting had happened, but on my second Friday at the school I was given a note in maths. I don’t know who sent the note, it said: ‘’Be in the desert at 4pm today. If you don’t show you’ll suffer on Monday. Be late and you’ll regret it. Early' I wouldn’t recommend.’’ So at 4pm I was walking across the desert, looking to find someone out there. I don’t want to think about what will happen if I can’t find them. I stood where I was. In the distance I could see figures coming towards me. I was relieved to know that they were coming. Then it came to me that they could do anything they wanted to me out in the desert. I couldn’t turn back, they’d seen me and they would probably make me suffer at school. They wouldn’t want to get into trouble at school. No, that’s why they wanted me out in the desert, they could do what they wanted and get away with it because it would be my word against there’s. They were feet away from me. I knew who they were, but I didn’t know their names. I only knew them because they were the most popular girls in school. There’s five of them and they were each carrying shovels. Had they invited me to the desert to dig a hole' I thought, I don’t see people like them digging holes for fun! ‘’I’m glad you came Ally, you’ll enjoy yourself’’ one of them said. ‘’You’d better come quickly though, it’ll be getting dark soon’’ she said as she turned, walking back in the direction she had come from. The other girls followed, one of them whispered ‘’yeah, for you at least’’ and another girl giggled. We had walked across the desert for about ten minutes. The sun was beating down and I wished I had remembered to take some water. The other girls all had water with them. They came to a halt in front, but I didn’t realise. I was looking for somewhere of interest they could take me to, but all I could see was miles and miles of dry land. Anyway, when they stopped, I never and I fell down into a huge hole at least 10 feet deep. In the hole was three bottles of water and that was it. I stood up, unable to see out of the hole, wondering if the other girls were going to help me, but they never. One told me to enjoy myself, then they all left.