Amaryllis changed tactics.
is your school very strict?”
didn’t lift her head but mumbled something incoherently.
did you say, Malory? Speak up.”
instructed in that whispery voice of hers.
very strict. I’m going to tell you something I haven’t told the other
counsellors. About how this whole thing really kicked off.”
said, barely audible.
leant forward to hear better. She felt like jumping for joy. This was progress!
school and my parents have a lot of old-fashioned Catholic beliefs. One day we
had a free class. I had no homework to finish so I was drawing. I used to sit
at the back of the class, before they moved me up to the front so they could
keep an eye on me. I drew a burning cross, wrote ‘I don’t believe your lies’ on
it. The teacher came around to see what we were doing with our time, so I
flicked to a clean page and started drawing flowers, as I knew the burning
cross would get me into trouble. It was too late though. The teacher wanted to
see what I had drawn beforehand because I’m good at art. I refused and she took
it from me anyway, and said she’d fail me for the year if I didn’t let her see
She saw the cross and obviously she’d seen me on my own a lot. She thought I
needed ‘help’ but never told anyone about forcing me to hand over the
wasn’t a schoolbook, so technically it’s against school policies to force me to
hand it over. She just said she was concerned about my loner tendencies. Then
one day she called me out of the classroom and told me she’d get cautioned for
taking things from a student if I told anyone. So apparently if I tell anyone
then I’m dead.”
said, inhaling deeply as if she couldn’t believe that she’d told anyone about
the root of her problems.
you tell me the teacher’s name, Malory?”
well. It would help though.”
looked at her pityingly.
honestly didn’t know.