Unspoken - Kiss of the Wolf Spider, Part I by Sharianne Bailey

Author:Sharianne Bailey [Bailey, Sharianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Regeneration Publishers
Published: 2014-01-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“But you, O God, do see trouble and grief;

you consider it to take it in hand.

The victim commits himself to you;

you are the helper of the fatherless.”

Psalm 10:14

I ended up in the school infirmary which we called the sick-bay, until my terrible stomach pains and heavy period eased. Matron Ruth said if it was ever again that severe, I ought to see a doctor. When she told me she thought my parents were very insensitive to have brought me back to school so unwell, I began to see another side to my Matron.

After I left the sick-bay, I was initially bombarded with concerned questions from my friends but soon enough, this made way for irritation and pleas to ‘grow up’ and stop crying.

All the stress and distress of that terrible week at home resulted in my becoming more moody and listless. My school-work suffered and instead of the borderline passes, I started to fail my tests. It wasn’t long before I was called into the office.

“Good morning Jane,” said Mrs Martingale as I walked into the daunting teak and lavender surrounds.

Terrified, I greeted her in a whisper and was told to sit in a huge mauve chair. Mrs Martingale was a sturdy, tall woman, slightly greying, probably in her fifties. Most of the girls had to look up into her face unless they were heading for six foot themselves. She carried pride and sternness in her bearing, but, looking back, I don’t think she ever tormented us with her power.

Shaking and staring at my hands in my lap, I wondered what awful things I had done wrong now.

In a calm, firm voice, Mrs Martingale said, “Jane, your teachers are worried about you. You seem to be a very miserable pupil at this school and you’ve had so many punishments and three Saturday manual labour days already. Don’t you like it here? Perhaps it was a mistake to come to boarding school.”

“No, no I like boarding school,” I panicked. What if they wanted to throw me out… banish me from my sanctuary? “I really, really like it here…” I said.

It was against the rules to do someone else’s punishment for them so I couldn’t explain that I’d rather stay in at weekends and be paid with chocolates to do someone else’s ‘manual’ than go home to Dad and Joanne. As usual, when confronted by any conflict I started to cry. I thought the principal was so kind when she passed me a tissue.

“But Jane you cry so much that I’m worried about you. You were passing at the beginning of the year. Not great marks, but you were getting fifties. Now your marks have plummeted. You haven’t achieved much above thirty percent in the last month. The staff complain that you day dream and don’t finish anything. If they moan, you cry. Is there something the matter that you perhaps need to tell me about?”

I wanted so much to tell her, but again came the dark thoughts. ‘What’s the use? No one believes you.

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