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Authors: Emma Heatherington
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l unifor m bein g taunte d and tease d a t th e schoo l gates , plague d b y name-callin g and crue l jibes .
Rut h hadn ’ t reall y change d tha t much . Sh e stil l ha d the sam e shoulde r -lengt h hai r . A bi t mor e lim p tha n i t use d to b e an d dye d a dodg y colou r o f re d wit h dar k roots . Not ginge r o r a pleasan t aubur n red , bu t a n in-you r -fac e pilla r - bo x re d whic h mad e he r loo k pale r tha n T es s ever remembere d he r . Underneat h th e shoc k o f clown-like madness , sh e ha d ey e make-u p tha t wa s a littl e to o dar k on he r slante d peeper s an d th e sam e podg y fac e wit h a dimple o n he r chin . Sh e looke d lik e sh e alway s had . Lik e sh e didn ’ t reall y fi t i n an d tha t mad e T es s fee l kin d o f . . . good . This wa s thei r littl e worl d an d sh e ha d n o plac e aroun d her e any more . I f sh e trie d t o apologise , T es s decide d righ t ther e and then , sh e woul d pul l he r spik y eyelashe s out .
“I’ m . . . It ’ s goo d t o se e yo u again, ” mumble d Ruth. “ Y o u haven ’ t change d a bit, ” sai d T ess . “ Y o u loo k . . .
yo u loo k exactl y th e same. ”
T es s wa s eyeballin g he r no w fo r al l sh e wa s worth .
“ I hav e changed, ” sai d Ruth . “Believ e m e I hav e changed mor e tha n yo u kno w . ”
Silenc e followe d an d T es s coul d hea r th e othe r woman gul p wit h nerves .
“ Y o u loo k great, ” sai d Ruth .
“Oh , d o I? ” sai d T ess . “That ’ s rich. ”
“ Y es , yo u do. ” sai d Ruth . Sh e looke d lik e sh e was goin g t o cr y . “I n fac t yo u alway s di d an d that ’ s wh y I probabl y treate d yo u s o badl y . I wa s jealous . I’v e thought abou t i t fo r years . I’ m – ”
“Don ’ t yo u dar e sa y yo u ar e sorry! ” sai d T ess , thinking Polly looked like she was going to pee her pants with fear tha t sh e actuall y woul d pul l Ruth ’ s eyelashe s out . Polly wa s suc h a softie . Sh e hate d confrontation . T es s thrived o n it . Sh e woul d tak e o n anyone , anywhere . W a s i t any wonde r sh e ha d tha t schoo l principa l eatin g ou t o f her hands ? Eve n th e paris h pries t turne d t o mus h whe n T ess wa s aroun d an d h e wa s th e mos t ignorant , snooty-nosed beas t o f a ma n yo u coul d eve r meet !
“ I jus t . . . I wa s confuse d bac k then, ” Rut h continued. “ I didn ’ t hav e man y friend s an d m y parent s wer e going throug h a divorc e whe n no-on e else ’ s wer e an d the n I foun d ou t I wa s pregnan t an d – ”
“ Oh , bo o fuckin g hoo! ” T es s snapped . “D o yo u expect m e t o liste n t o thi s shit ? I don ’ t car e wha t yo u wer e going through ! Y o u didn ’ t nee d t o tak e i t ou t o n us ! W e didn ’ t mak e you r parent s divorce ! W e didn ’ t blood y impregnate you ! T el l i t t o someon e wh o cares! ”
“ T ess ! Don ’ t b e s o rude! ” sai d Poll y a s sh e ushere d the twin s int o thei r playroom . Poll y wa s al l piou s whe n it cam e t o swearin g an d stil l hadn ’ t forgive n hersel f for sayin g ‘hell ’ i n th e children ’ s hearin g whe n she’ d knel t on th e Lego .
“ Me ? Rude ? ” sai d T es s i n he r bes t high-pitche d teacher voice . “ I thin k I hav e ever y righ t t o b e rude ! Don ’ t you remembe r th e horribl e name s sh e use d t o cal l you ? O r the fac t tha t sh e stol e m y meda l whe n I wo n th e Cross Countr y School s Unde r T welv e Championship? ”
“No , I wil l neve r forge t that, ” sai d Poll y . “ Y o u have neve r le t i t go , eithe r . Ar e yo u sur e it ’ s no t dow n th e back o f Mum ’ s sofa? ”
T es s wa s o n a roll . “O r th e wa y sh e terrifie d yo u into takin g a differen t rout e hom e ever y da y fo r tw o whole years ? Huh ? Y o u hav e a ver y shor t memor y an d yo u are wa y to o soft! ”
“Di d I? ” aske d Ruth . “Di d I reall y terrif y yo u that much , Polly ? O h God
Rut h hadn ’ t reall y change d tha t much . Sh e stil l ha d the sam e shoulde r -lengt h hai r . A bi t mor e lim p tha n i t use d to b e an d dye d a dodg y colou r o f re d wit h dar k roots . Not ginge r o r a pleasan t aubur n red , bu t a n in-you r -fac e pilla r - bo x re d whic h mad e he r loo k pale r tha n T es s ever remembere d he r . Underneat h th e shoc k o f clown-like madness , sh e ha d ey e make-u p tha t wa s a littl e to o dar k on he r slante d peeper s an d th e sam e podg y fac e wit h a dimple o n he r chin . Sh e looke d lik e sh e alway s had . Lik e sh e didn ’ t reall y fi t i n an d tha t mad e T es s fee l kin d o f . . . good . This wa s thei r littl e worl d an d sh e ha d n o plac e aroun d her e any more . I f sh e trie d t o apologise , T es s decide d righ t ther e and then , sh e woul d pul l he r spik y eyelashe s out .
“I’ m . . . It ’ s goo d t o se e yo u again, ” mumble d Ruth. “ Y o u haven ’ t change d a bit, ” sai d T ess . “ Y o u loo k . . .
yo u loo k exactl y th e same. ”
T es s wa s eyeballin g he r no w fo r al l sh e wa s worth .
“ I hav e changed, ” sai d Ruth . “Believ e m e I hav e changed mor e tha n yo u kno w . ”
Silenc e followe d an d T es s coul d hea r th e othe r woman gul p wit h nerves .
“ Y o u loo k great, ” sai d Ruth .
“Oh , d o I? ” sai d T ess . “That ’ s rich. ”
“ Y es , yo u do. ” sai d Ruth . Sh e looke d lik e sh e was goin g t o cr y . “I n fac t yo u alway s di d an d that ’ s wh y I probabl y treate d yo u s o badl y . I wa s jealous . I’v e thought abou t i t fo r years . I’ m – ”
“Don ’ t yo u dar e sa y yo u ar e sorry! ” sai d T ess , thinking Polly looked like she was going to pee her pants with fear tha t sh e actuall y woul d pul l Ruth ’ s eyelashe s out . Polly wa s suc h a softie . Sh e hate d confrontation . T es s thrived o n it . Sh e woul d tak e o n anyone , anywhere . W a s i t any wonde r sh e ha d tha t schoo l principa l eatin g ou t o f her hands ? Eve n th e paris h pries t turne d t o mus h whe n T ess wa s aroun d an d h e wa s th e mos t ignorant , snooty-nosed beas t o f a ma n yo u coul d eve r meet !
“ I jus t . . . I wa s confuse d bac k then, ” Rut h continued. “ I didn ’ t hav e man y friend s an d m y parent s wer e going throug h a divorc e whe n no-on e else ’ s wer e an d the n I foun d ou t I wa s pregnan t an d – ”
“ Oh , bo o fuckin g hoo! ” T es s snapped . “D o yo u expect m e t o liste n t o thi s shit ? I don ’ t car e wha t yo u wer e going through ! Y o u didn ’ t nee d t o tak e i t ou t o n us ! W e didn ’ t mak e you r parent s divorce ! W e didn ’ t blood y impregnate you ! T el l i t t o someon e wh o cares! ”
“ T ess ! Don ’ t b e s o rude! ” sai d Poll y a s sh e ushere d the twin s int o thei r playroom . Poll y wa s al l piou s whe n it cam e t o swearin g an d stil l hadn ’ t forgive n hersel f for sayin g ‘hell ’ i n th e children ’ s hearin g whe n she’ d knel t on th e Lego .
“ Me ? Rude ? ” sai d T es s i n he r bes t high-pitche d teacher voice . “ I thin k I hav e ever y righ t t o b e rude ! Don ’ t you remembe r th e horribl e name s sh e use d t o cal l you ? O r the fac t tha t sh e stol e m y meda l whe n I wo n th e Cross Countr y School s Unde r T welv e Championship? ”
“No , I wil l neve r forge t that, ” sai d Poll y . “ Y o u have neve r le t i t go , eithe r . Ar e yo u sur e it ’ s no t dow n th e back o f Mum ’ s sofa? ”
T es s wa s o n a roll . “O r th e wa y sh e terrifie d yo u into takin g a differen t rout e hom e ever y da y fo r tw o whole years ? Huh ? Y o u hav e a ver y shor t memor y an d yo u are wa y to o soft! ”
“Di d I? ” aske d Ruth . “Di d I reall y terrif y yo u that much , Polly ? O h God
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