I am watching the fly crawling up the wall. Why doesn’t it fall off? I seem to remember a teacher once tried to explain how they hold on, even on to windows and ceilings. Maybe if I could do that I would have got away from the filth that night and never have ended up in here. Anyway I’m glad it’s on the wall for now. It’s better than it buzzing around my head. There’s a buzzing noise in there all the time as it is and the fly makes it worse. Even worse is when it lands on me, or on the food when that comes. I try remember what that teacher said about germs, but it’s just around the corner in my mind and I can’t quite reach.I lay on my back for a bit and must have gone to sleep because now the light has come on. It should be supper time soon, unless that hard-faced cow seeing I was asleep wrote down that I had refused food again. When I got off the bed the other day, my skirt fell off, I have lost so much weight. Mostly because the so-called staff are glad if they can write down I refused to eat, when really it’s just so they can avoid unlocking and coming in. Should be funny that they think a five-feet-tall bare-footed bean-pole can do anything against two great fat lumps, with their vicious hands and hard-toed shoes. Not to mention the keys.

I wonder what it is about keys? Here they use them as actual weapons - a sly dig in the kidneys, a scratch across the arm, or even worse the face. It all gets written up right and proper as

Tags: Substance abuse, Youth offending