It’s got a desk, plastic chairs and no windows. They let go of my arms, push me into a chair and block the door by leaning against it. They don’t say anything. Which is kind of weird. There’s a knock. A woman comes in. ‘We are detaining you because we have reasonable grounds to believe you attemp...
In form-class, Jamil cold-shouldered him. Marcus didn’t mind. Jamil was like that sometimes. He had a black eye-patch on and spent most of his time in class walking up and down ooh-arring with it. Marcus didn’t need a clown as a friend. At break he hung by the stairs and played text tennis with A...