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The Island	By : StrawberryWine36 Category: Individual Celebrities > Colin Firth Views: 8936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I’m afraid I have to make a confession, this one is a bit of a challenge.” The headmaster smiled, handing over the file.
“Aren’t they all?” Colin replied, tucking it under his arm.
“But of course! My dear friend” the he smiled, patting him on the shoulder. “All I’m saying is keep your wits about you. She is still in denial about her past misdeeds and I have a feeling you may have to keep an extra watchful eye on her!”
“I can second that thought “Worthington added from the doorway as he pulled his jacket back on and adjusted his hat. “That girl has been the bane of my existence at Alderley house. I doubt there is any hope for the little harlot, sadly, rotten through and through. Good luck Gentlemen and I bid you good day!” With that he made his exit from the office with an arrogant smile that made Colin think that maybe there was more behind his obvious hatred for this girl.
“As I said,” added the headmaster, “You have had a relatively easy time here so I thought it was about time you had a proper ‘tester’ as I call them. This girl has a report longer than my arm and needs firm handling.”
“Not a problem” Colin replied, the headmaster had been right; since he had been in employment of the academy he had not had any of the ‘problem cases’ until now. “You can be assured I will not let you down on this one.”

Georgiana sat alone in the cold corridor, her arms crossed defensively across her chest and her eyes to the ground. This wasn’t fair, she had expected this place to be tough but already she felt it was beginning to beat her. The idea of coming to a place to better herself had sounded like something she could cope with. After all she had a great way of talking people round, moulding situations to her own shape. The tight white school shirt felt static and uncomfortable across the plain cotton school issue bra. Taking a deep breath she remembered sitting astride a bike with a beer, relaxing with her friends, one of the bikers, Jake had always known the right thing to say in every situation., His words came back to her as they always did. Jake, the one person she wished was in front of her right now. He would know what to do, hell, he would have come straight in and put his arm around her waist and showed them where they could stick their rules. Sniffing she hugged herself, eyes shut tight. ‘Come on Gina!’ she said through gritted teeth, ‘Big girl and all that!’.
Fuck them all for thinking that she was going to back down, and fuck them all for thinking she was going to cry.
“Georgiana?”
“What the hell now?” she snapped, looking up to see a slim dark haired girl standing in front of her.
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger! ...I’m Carlene; they sent me down to show you around. You’re my new room mate so I guess we should try and get along.” She shrugged. Georgiana grabbed her bag which she had just realised had been left on the floor beside her. Carlene waited for her to get up and gave a knowing smile.
“Don’t look too shocked, I know exactly how you feel. I think I pretty much looked like that when I first got here.”
Georgiana followed Carlene along a maze of corridors, endless doors with numbers.
“Ah here we are, this is it, welcome to room fifty six, room service not available!” She smiled, standing back n the doorway while Georgiana stepped past. It was a bright but plain room, a large arched window let in plenty of light and despite the sparse furnishings it looked clean. There were two beds, a large wardrobe and a door in the corner that lead through to the adjoining bathroom. She sat down on the bed nearest the window and dropped her bag to the floor.
“You’re looking a bit lost honey.” Carlene commented, sitting down beside her.
“I feel lost.” Georgiana whispered.
“Hey, it’s not so bad. All you have to remember is, do what they say, smile and play the game. Next July you’ll be walking away and never have to come back.”
“It sounds easy when you say it like that!”
“That’s how you have to see it. There’s no choice for any of us here, we all signed that piece of paper in the headmaster’s office. We all ended up here because our families couldn’t deal with us, life’s problems and embarrassments all sent away to this island. We all do as we’re told and count down the days, otherwise we would all go crazy!”
“I have an appointment with this head tutor later; I don’t even know what all that’s about.”
“You have a literary class before that, so don’t even stress about that till you get there. Who’s your head tutor anyway?” She turned the timetable over to read the back. “Oh you’ve got Mr Firth, I wouldn’t worry too much Girl, think yourself lucky you don’t have old Harrison like I do!”
“What, you mean some of them are worse than others?”
“No, what I mean is that some of them are here doing their job and some of them are just damn sick perverts!” She took Georgiana’s hand as she noticed her downcast look. “Chin up, you show any of them you are afraid and you are mincemeat. “
Georgiana smiled; at least Carlene seemed on her wave length. “Thank you, I mean...You didn’t have to be nice to me.”
“Actually yes I do, “Laughed Carlene, “But you’re clued up, I can tell, you’re not like a lot of the prom queen bitch patrol girls around here. Right, what else do I need to tell you about, um, well I guess most of it is on the timetable there but lock down is at nine, make sure you are back in this room for then or you are in trouble.”
“Lockdown?” Georgian looked puzzled.
“Yeah, they auto lock all the dorm room doors and anyone found out of their room is in big trouble. You don’t push that one or you go to...well it’s not good.”
“Oh shit I’m supposed to be on my way to a lesson, I gotta go, catch you later in lit, and don’t be late.” She grabbed a book from the dresser and raced off, the click of her heels fading in the distance as she left. Georgiana waited until all was quiet and knelt to the floor, picking at the carpet she rolled up the corner until the floorboards were visible. Her fingers fumbled to find a loose edge and one that would lift. Her efforts were rewarded by the third try. Turning to her suitcase she began to rip the soft velvet insert to reveal the package she had carefully concealed inside earlier. Wrapped tightly in bubble wrap and brown paper it was still intact. She placed it under the floor and hurriedly replaced the board and rolled back the carpet before anyone came back. Hopping back onto the bed she laid down and buried her head in the pillow, it didn’t smell of home, the fabric was hospital like. A tiny tear escaped down her angry cheeks as she closed her eyes and tried to think of home.
When Georgiana opened her flickering eyelids she realised she had been asleep for an hour and had precisely five minutes to get to literary class. Grabbing her notebook she tore out of the door and down the corridor.
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