you Rory, I suppose, Vic? That leaves me with no one.â
âWeâll find you a lovely big rugby player,â I promised. âCome on, weâre going to be late.â
Chapter 15
DECLAN
Mr Dermott nearly wets himself when I tell him.
âAnything?â he asks me as soon as I get in on Thursday. Heâs been pouncing on me like this every morning and Iâve just grunted and hurried off.
But not today. I stop by his desk. âYes, sir.â
âReally?â He doesnât even try to hide his surprise. âWell, whatâs it to be?â
âAn equestrian centre.â This is the proper name. Iâve been sneaking a look at this book of Vickyâs in the downstairs loo.
âA â an equestrian centre ?â
âYeah. Dâyou not know what that is?â
âYes, Declan, funnily enough I do know what it is. My daughter has riding lessons. Itâs just not the first thing that would have sprung to mind.â He looks at me. âWell, well.â
âItâs all sorted. Look.â I scramble round in my pocket. âHereâs the number.â
He takes the bit of paper and smiles at me. âGood lad.â
Only two days of school and then a week off. I know itâll be hard work at Camâs â I hate to admit it but Vickyâs right about my muscles â but itâll be a million times better than school. A whole week with no teachers on my back and no bloody Emmet giving me death looks.
Everybodyâs hyper because of being off next week. Seaneen says she canât wait.âWhat if you have to change their nappies?â I ask her. Itâs English. Psycho Sykes is blethering on about some crap poem.
She shrugs. âSure Iâve changed our Tiarna and Saoirseâs nappies hundreds of times.â
âYuck.â
âWell, youâll be shovelling plenty of shite next week, Declan Kelly, from what youâve told me.â
âNot wiping their arses. Anyway, horse shiteâs different. Itâs kind of ââ
âSeaneen Brogan and Declan Kelly, would you like to share your conversation with the class?â
Seaneen giggles.
âNo, youâre alright,â I mutter.
âPlease, I insist. Do tell the class what you were telling Seaneen.â
For a minute Iâm so tempted to say we were talking about shite. But I donât want trouble. Even when Emmett said something the other day about loony bins, I just clenched my fists in my pocket and ignored him. So I go, âIt was about work experience, Miss.â
âHuh.â Psychoâs about the only teacher who doesnât get all eager about the work experience. Probably thinks no one in this school could ever get a job anyway.
The bell saves me.
âBook logs tomorrow,â Psycho shrieks above the roar.âAnd if you donât bring your own book youâll have to read one of mine. And write a report on it.â
Everyone groans. On Fridays you have to bring in a book and read it for the whole lesson. Only a few girls ever remember so the rest of us have to read Psychoâs class library books. Theyâre all ancient, falling to bits and crap. But thereâs books everywhere at Coletteâs house. I suppose she wouldnât mind if I borrowed one. Might nab that horsey one. The Complete Young Rider . Donât suppose anyoneâs that bothered about it or they wouldnât have left it in the loo. Wouldnât want anyone here to see it or theyâd rip the piss out of me, though itâd be worth it not to have to read Psychoâs books. The Boyâs Book of Spy Stories. The Goalkeeperâs Revenge . What century does Psycho think it is?
* * *
My chest squeezes tight as we drive through the gates of the mental. It doesnât call itself the mental, of course. âMountain View Healthcare Parkâ, says the big, bright sign at the gates. Yeah, right. It doesnât seem like three
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