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experiences. I could understand their lyrics and what it meant although I had never been to an American high school or grown up in a Detroit trailer park. I changed hiding away from school. I grew my hair long. It had never been allowed, as the school had a strict hair length policy. I started dressing differently and changed my image wearing a lot of black and grunge clothing but I also became a recluse. I rarely left the compound. I occasionally walked around to the local corner shop five minutes outside to buy magazines and bits of food. The whole time, I remained on guard looking about for the first sign of trouble, knowing a short dash back to the army gates would ensure sanctuary. I felt the safest listening to my new music and studying.
    The inevitable move to London came as a shock, as I didn’t know where to go or where to avoid. I stayed at home not wishing to venture out in case I walked into the wrong neighbourhood, or crossed the wrong people. Eventually, I knew I needed to leave the house as the first day of college drew nearer. Now it had started, and I walked along with the headmaster to the sixth form college ready to start afresh. A new place, new people and I decided it would be a new me, as well. I decided not to discuss with anyone what happened in Leeds. I didn’t want everyone thinking that I grassed, or I suffered from bullying. I wanted a new life, a chance to leave the old fears behind and start anew. I didn’t want to be scared anymore. I wanted to be able to sleep at night without worrying about glass shattering or being attacked. Be able to walk around during the day without fear of being beaten up and mugged.
    The headmaster rushed along, first day of the term and a lot to do I imagined. He walked quickly taking lengthy strides with his long legs, and the smell of strong coffee blew out as he puffed down the hallways. Students parted the ways as we moved quickly towards the sixth form college. The college continued from the state school, “St Luker’s”, and most of the students had come straight from the school completing their GCSE’s, and into the sixth form college to do A-Levels.
    “Don’t know why you’re so special I have to take you,” he said to me as we walked.
    “I don’t know,” I said, unaware of any special arrangements.
    “I have lots to do you know,” he said. He stopped and pointed at a boy who had deliberately just pushed a girl over.
    “Boy, go and stand outside my room and wait for me,” he shouted.
    The boy trudged off and the other students laughed at him. The girl’s friends helped her up and shoved him as he walked past and flung insults at him.
    “That’s enough, I will deal with it,” the headmaster said.
    “Come on Harper, don’t stop“, he said and walked off again down the hallway.
    We entered sixth form common room to the noise of my new classmates, some seated on a number of black sofas and chairs posted around square desks. Most of them chatting and discussing the summer’s events and what classes they had enrolled in this year. They obviously knew each other from being at school together at St Luker’s in the previous year, or in their second year of sixth form. A few students searched through the bookshelves against the walls looking for free textbooks. The rest of the walls carried motivational posters like “challenge” and “success,” of people climbing to the top of mountains with some pop psychology statement underneath. Someone had stuck a fake de-motivational poster under it, “failure”, of someone falling off the same mountain. A few more students busied themselves at the far end in the kitchen area cutting up toast and pouring hot water into cups to make tea and coffee. The students were all dressed in their best clothes, trying to impress on their first day in the college, trying to make a positive first impression on the others in the class. Their new designer clothes neatly ironed and bought by their mother’s only