something bad.â She nodded and passed me a tissue.
âThe school is aware of some circumstances leading to this situation. But what do you know, Jasmine? What can you tell me?â
I shook my head. âI canât tell you.â I realised that if I said anything they would go after Jack. Tommy could die for all I cared â he had no remorse. But Jack. And what about me? My part in it?
âI had a fight with her and ignored her last night.â I started crying. It wasnât as if that was my only crime, or even my worst one. But at that point it was the only thing on my mind. If I had responded to her messages, maybe she wouldnât have done this. âI need my mum,â I said. Miss Jones nodded.
âIâll call her,â she reached for the phone. âJasmine,â she said as she punched in the numbers, âitâs all going to come out. Mr Fletcher is going to want to speak to you.â
I nodded, but there was no way I was talking to the principal, or anyone else, until I had spoken to my mum and dad.
Post 20: A motherâs disappointment
The thing about parents is they can shout at you, ground you, take away your phone and internet, make you do chores, but when they say âIâm so disappointed in youâ itâs a killer. It cuts deep, worse than anything else â or so I thought. My parents didnât even utter those words. My mum just cried and cried, and my dad, well, he didnât even come to the interview. After, my dad wouldnât look at me. I knew then that something was broken forever.
âWhatâs happened?â Mum asked as she rushed through the door of Miss Jonesâ office. I looked at Miss Jones, who stood up.
âIâll leave you two,â she said, closing the door behind her.
âJazz,â Mum sat opposite me, âtalk to me. Youâre scaring me.â
I sniffed and wiped my eyes. âThings have got out of control.â
âThings, what things?â Mum sounded panicked.
âA party, last week,â I said.
âWhose party?â Mum ran a hand through her hair. I wasnât making this easy for her to follow, but the real words I needed to say were blocking my throat.
âAt Lilyâs,â I said.
âWere you there?â Mum frowned.
âYes,â I nodded, facing the first glint of disappointment in her eyes. âI told you I was staying the night at Simâs but I went to a party instead.â
Mum sighed, âOh Jazz, what happened?â
âIt got a bit out of hand. We got pretty drunk.â
âYou? You got drunk?â
I thought, you havenât even heard the half of it.
âNot just me, everyone. Annie the worst.â Suddenly the words started rushing. âShe passed out. She got drawn on and she got â¦â I gasped for air, âdrawn on with texta and then she got ⦠touched, by some boys.â
âWhat?â Mum shook her head. âWhat?â
âThey touched her,â I pointed to my own body â I couldnât say those words to my mother. It was like we were a bunch of depraved perverts â which I was realising we had been â but I couldnât say the words âthey fingered herâ to my own mother. It made me shudder in revulsion.
âWhat?â Mum was white. âThey did what?â She stood up and moved around the room. I sank further into the chair. I wanted it to swallow me whole, so I didnât have to say anything else. âSome boys sexually assaulted Annie? You were all drunk? You drink?â She looked at me as if Iâd suddenly grown horns out of my head, as if she had never seen me before in her life. âIâm in shock.â
âI know,â I felt like the adult explaining something elementary to a three-year-old. I watched as my motherâs awareness of the world she lived in slipped away. I saw the fear and disorientation on her face as if she suddenly