‘Les!’ whispers Jonesy from her bed. ‘Lesley, you awake? I cannae sleep.’ This time louder.
‘You cannae sleep? I’m the one whit’s got to fight her.’
‘I know, I cannae sleep, you’re gonnae gub her.’
‘Nuh-uh, I’m deid, I’m so deid.’
I haven’t opened my eyes yet. I know if I open my eyes I will have to be awake and if I am awake it’s morning, and if it’s morning I’m going to have to fight her before school starts and she’s twice my size.
She is Glenda McAdam. I hate her. I didn’t start hating her. She’s always hated me. I did nothing to make her hate me; I wasn’t horrible to her, I didn’t say nothing about her, but she just always hated me. I think it’s because when I was in the same class as her, I was always top. She didn’t like that. I’m not in the same class as her now, I’ve not even been in the same school as her since last August. There’s one school at the Homes for most of the kids, but me and three others – one girl and two boys, all of them older than me – have to get the bus and train every morning to the grammar school.
The fight is at 7.30 a.m. My bus comes at 8 a.m. The fight is outside the front gates, where the paths meet the road into the Homes. Glenda’s cottage is only fifty yards from the gate. The cottage me and Jonesy live in is on the hill and looks down towards the gate. You can see Glenda’s home from ours. When I finally make myself open my eyes, I see Jonesy has her head at the window. She’s watching, staring at Glenda’s cottage for signs of action.
Glenda McAdam is a bully. She’s my bully, but she bullies everyone else too. She’s got friends, but they are only her friends because they are scared of her. I am scared of her, but I’m not willing to be her friend to avoid it.
I shouldn’t have agreed to the fight, but I was the one that suggested it. Glenda’s always picking on me, has done for years. So I told Jonesy I was going to fight her, and that I thought if I fought her it would make her stop picking on me. Now I think I’d rather she just continued picking on me.
‘She’s gonnae bust my heid, Jonesy. She could kill me.’
‘She’s no gonnae bust your heid. She’s gonnae hit you a bit and make you say you give up, but then it will be done. And if you’re lucky she’ll leave you alone. Mibbie let her hit you a bit and start greetin’.’
‘I’m no greetin, I’m gonnae get a knife.’
‘You’re no gonnae get a knife.’
‘I am, too.’
‘If you stab her, her brothers will get you. If you just let her win then she’ll leave you alone. Pretend to try at the start, then let her win. She’s gonnae win anyway, so just let her. You’re making a sacrifice. It’s a smart move, Lesley, and you’re the smart one. Lose the fight and the big hippo will leave you alone for ever. If you’re lucky, you could get in there and smash her one before she gets hold of you. Just don’t let her sit on you. She’s a beastie, that one; if she sits on you, you’re definitely deid. I’ve seen her sit on her friend before and her friend went blue.’
‘Can’t I say sorry?’
‘Nah, you can’t back out now, everyone’s coming. You back out now and everyone will hate you. You said fight, and if there was no fight they’ll all want to fight you for denying them a fight. Those are the rules.’
‘I feel sick.’
‘Course you do, I would too. Still, it’ll be over soon and then you’ll be fine.’ She looks at the clothes I laid out on my chair last night. ‘Do you want to pack another school shirt?’
‘Why?’
‘Cos that one’s gonnae get blood on it and they’re no going to let you get away with that in your school.’
‘Aw no, I like this shirt. I’ll wear something else for the fight, a rubbish one.’
‘Are you really going to do it?’ comes the voice from the bunk at the end. It belongs to Shona. We share the room with her, Eldrey, Pam and Mary. Eldrey and Shona have the bunk beds at the end. Shona’s bed is the one on top. She says as she’s the oldest she should get it. She’s the eldest by three days.
‘Aye,’ I say, trying to sound confident.
‘She’s gonnae gub yuh,’ Shona says.
‘Aye,’ I say, fully aware of what is going to happen.
‘Good luck,’ she says. ‘And if you can, kick her in the fanny, if you can find it on the big monster.’
Jonesy laughs.
I would laugh too if I wasn’t so scared.
*
We wash our faces in the sinks and I get dressed. I wear my normal skirt but I wear my shirt from yesterday as it’s going to need a wash anyway.
I wonder what Glenda McAdam is doing now. I bet she’s punching the walls in preparation, eating raw eggs and getting into a pure rage.
Jonesy goes down to get some breakfast, but I go back to my bed and lie on it. I can’t eat, there’s no point, plus everyone else in the house is going to be staring at me, they all know about the fight. I think our houseparents, Mr and Mrs Paterson, know about it too. They are not going to stop it, either. She’ll be helping Cook lay out the plates for breakfast; he’ll be sat reading the paper with everyone tiptoeing around trying not to annoy him.
Jonesy comes up after her breakfast. She’s brought me toast. She leaves it on the floor by my bed.
‘It’ll be all right, Lesley, you’ll see.’
It won’t. But it will be over, and all I care about is it being over. I’ve just got to get through it, and I don’t want to greet. Not in front of Glenda or in front of anybody.
‘Right,’ I say, ‘I’m ready.’
I don’t feel ready. I’m never going to be ready for this. I feel so sick. It’s time to leave the cottage. No amount of wishing is going to get me out of this. I’ve got to just do it.
I get up, leave our bedroom, and walk down the stairs, Jonesy following behind me. Everyone is watching. Everyone knows this fight is going to happen.
As I leave, no one says any words of encouragement. They know there’s no point. They know I’m finished.
Mr and Mrs Paterson don’t try to stop me. Fights are going to happen, they can’t do anything to stop them, so they don’t.
Is this what boys have to go through every time they have a fight? Then again, they just start fighting, they’re not stupid enough to pre-arrange it and make themselves sick with worry waiting for it to happen.
I walk down the path and I’m shaking. I’ve never felt so ill.
I see Mr Sharples, the caretaker. He sees me, he probably knows what’s going on, too. He’s not going to stop it either. I can tell by the way he is looking at me that he knows I am in for a beating and is just going to let it happen.
There’s twenty kids at the gate already, boys and girls together, all excited to see me get hurt, and I realise it’s not just Jonesy who’s followed me out of the house – all of them are here, joining the crowd. I’ve done nothing to them, but then sometimes anything here that’s a break from the normal is what gets them excited.
People like seeing other people get hurt. Humans are cruel.
I pace back and forth by the entrance gate; if I stand still they will see me shaking. I want to cry. I am not going to cry. I want to run away. I want to be anywhere on this planet apart from here and now.
I can see Glenda McAdam’s house, Cottage 8; there’s people waiting outside it. I keep looking to see if she’s coming.
Her brothers are waiting; her brothers are even worse than her. Her whole family is Gorbals feral, her older brothers are some of the maddest people in here, they’re pure crazy.
I could get out of it by begging. As long as I’m humiliated, this can be over. But I’m tired of her, I’m tired of the grief.
‘There she is,’ says someone behind me, and a surge of nausea sweeps over me. I thought I was feeling sick before, but this is worse.
Glenda is coming out of her cottage. I want to run away and never come back.
‘Be calm, Les,’ says Jonesy.
I could charge at her? Take the fight to her, go on the attack?
But I don’t, I can’t. I stand on the spot, frozen.
She’s coming. She’s big. She’s so big. And ugly. Oh, Christ.
I feel the blood rush to my face. My muscles lock up. I clench my jaw.
I keep my spot, by the gate.
The gate.
I can see her face. I can see her nostrils flaring.
She’s coming.
She’s saying something. She’s shouting at me.
I can’t hear what she’s saying.
The gate!
Ready?
BANG!
Just as Glenda gets to me I grab the gate and swing it, swing it with everything I’ve got, and it hits her.
She goes down.
She’s down and she’s groaning, and I don’t know what to do.
I’m standing over her.
‘HIT HER!’ they’re shouting.
‘HIT HER! KICK HER!’
I grab Glenda’s hair and pull her head back, but I don’t hit her. She looks stunned.
I lean down, my hands still shaking, and I say, ‘Please leave me alone.’
There’s blood on her head. Some runs into her eye. She’s confused. ‘All right,’ she says.
‘Promise?’
‘I promise,’ she says.
I let go, and then walk off towards the bus stop. There’s a groan of disappointment from the crowd. The kids wanted more fighting. They wanted more pain. Some of them are following me. Someone shouts, ‘Wooooo!’ It’s Jonesy. Others are cheering too.
Jonesy jumps on my back. I glance back and Glenda’s still on the floor; her little cronies are trying to help her up.
I still feel sick. I’m still shaking. Oh God, I hope it’s over now.
I start to cry. I didn’t want to cry but I can’t help it.
Jonesy holds me tight while I sob. Some of the others around me start patting my back. I want them to leave me alone, I just want to get on the bus. I pull away from Jonesy, then I’m sick on the grass. The kids around me are laughing. This is their entertainment for the day.
‘Can you leave me alone now, please?’ I ask.
‘Yeah, leave her alone,’ echoes Jonesy.
They do what she says.
She walks with me to the bus stop, holding my hand and squeezing it tight.
‘You knew you were going to do that, didn’t you? The gate. You knew all along. God, you’re so clever. You lured her to that spot and then bam!’
I don’t say anything. I don’t because I don’t want to lie.
I didn’t have any plan for the gate. I didn’t have any idea what I was going to do. It wasn’t until she was stood in front of me that second that the idea came to me.
I get to the bus stop to see the bus coming down the hill.
‘Hey,’ Jonesy says, squeezing my hand again. ‘Hey.’
I look up at her. She wipes some of the tears from my face.
‘Lesley Beaton,’ she says, ‘you’re my hero.’