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Ballsy P1

Ann-Marie

Ann-Marie sat in the small room that the school used for guidance one-on-one. It sometimes doubled up as a room where teachers, including her, would invite a student’s parents in for a chat if their behaviour had warranted it.

The room was about three meters by three meters with a deep blue carpet and light blue walls. The only window was a large one that sat high up on the wall. Even at 5’10” she would need to tip her toes to see out of it. The only floor space taken up was by four steel chairs that could be stacked neatly onto one another; they sat facing each other, all four facing to a point in the middle.

She sat on the one facing the door, so the light from the window was on her back. It was the chair she preferred, so she could eye whoever was coming in and the light from the window seemed to always put her more in a position of dominance in the room. She checked her expensive gold watch and gave a short grunt that she was being made to wait. Passing the time, she waved some fluff from her grey skirt and onto the floor. Some of the bits were more stubborn, and she began to pick them with her nails before dropping them at a half arm’s length away and onto the carpet.

Jamie opened the door and waltzed in.

“Do you not know it’s appropriate to knock?” Ann-Marie charred.

The young skinny boy looked at her, slightly squinting from the daylight breaking through the window.

“Sure, but as I said, Miss, it’s more because I’m ballsy about things,” ...

... Jamie said.

She couldn’t help but smile at the comment; the smile betraying her and her attempts to be stern. She was going to give him into trouble for his behaviour; Earlier it had seemed so serious, but after he had explained that it was only because he was a ‘BALLSY’ kid, she had begun to re-think the offense should only warrant a small reprimand. In fact, she wasn’t one hundred percent sure she could remember exactly what he had done.

“Very well,” she moved on.

Jamie sat down opposite her.

“OK, take a seat. Why don’t you? Again, it is polite to be asked first Jamie”

Jamie shrugged. “It’s because I’m so ballsy Miss.”

She tried to hide the reappearing smile at the kid’s confidence. Even though none of the teaching staff liked the boy, she had found herself warming to him more and more since this morning. She pushed it from her mind and pressed on.

“Well, let’s get this started.” She shuffled on the seat, trying to get comfortable.

“You know why you are here; it could have been so much more serious” She racked her brain to remember the details of what had happened, her mind clouded, and she seemed to remember one of Jamie's classmates telling her that he had done something to her. It involved a recording on his phone and him sending it. It was the girl in underwear or something….. ‘No, that can’t be that. This chat isn’t that formal for something as serious as that. Was it?’ She questioned herself.

“You should be grateful…Oh, for goodness’s sake, ...