Rockmount Brat Camp

Rockmount Brat Camp

My train rattled along on it’s tracks with no more choice of where it was going than I did. My head rested against the cool glass of my cabin window, rain lashing the glass, blurring the world outside my window.
“A few more hours kid, then you’re no longer my problem” came the gravely bark of my guard, Wilson, a dog of a man, his jowls quivered as he ripped in to a sandwich. “See this is why this country is going to shit” he growled in between bites, “some little shit like you who should be locked up right now gets sent to some fancy shmancy ‘correctional school’!” his last sentence was accompanied by chunks of chewed sandwich flying from his mouth. I looked at him and then just turned back to the window. Yeah… maybe I should fill you in a bit, the name’s Tyler Black, Ty for short. Anyway I used to be just a normal kid, ok at school, good looking guy with a good looking girlfriend, but I’m sure none of you are here to listen to my biography. But all you need to know is that I wound up handcuffed on this train heading to Rockmount correctional school for maladjusted youths, yeah basically brat camp for kids too rich to go to prison. So why am I going there? Simple an inheritance from a dead uncle, a favour for my girlfriend’s psychotic brother, a court case, 2 charges of accessory to a violent burglary, and GBH, and yours truly was staring down the barrel of a 8 year stay at her majesties pleasure. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, the judge took pity on my single mum, living in her pokey two bedroom flat and gave us the option of Rockmount. So here I am with only a fat sociopath guard for company, and a one way ticket to the unknown. There came a knock on the carriage door, Wilson swore and wrapped up his sandwich, “Who is it!?” he growled.
“Ms Lockhart, director of security at Rockmount,” a soft melodic voice answered.
“Oh, Ms Lockhart… errr wait a minute let me just secure the prisoner,” Wilson started smoothing down his hair, and trying to wipe the stains off of his shirt. He eyed me suspiciously and then slid open the carriage door, his jowls contorting into an ugly smile. “Ms Lockhart do come in please.”
I looked up, only mildly interested at the new arrival, suddenly I became a whole hell of a lot more interested. Standing in front of me was a woman of no more than 23. My eyes travelled up from her conservative 4 inch black heels, up her smooth tanned legs, her skirt barely reaching her knees. From the way her skirt hung you could tell it was hiding the most gorgeous curves, thanks to her firm round ass. She was wearing a white shirt that hugged to her flat tummy, and large breasts, made even larger by her petite frame. Her face was almost so beautiful I was completely distracted from her amazing body, she smiled at me with full soft lips. I then met her gaze, her gorgeous green eyes looked around the cabin and then at my cuffs.
“Are those really necessary?” she asked.
“’Fraid so ma’am, he might look like nothing but this is a dangerous felon.”
I glared at Wilson, and then sat up straighter in my seat. Ms Lockhart sat down opposite me, she smiled disarmingly and crossed her legs, her hands resting in her lap.
“How are you Tyler?” she asked me.
“Oh he’s as well as expected Ma’am” answered Wilson, all smiles. Ms Lockhart looked at him and then smiled, turning back to me she said, “well as you know you’re heading to Rockmount correctional school for maladjusted youths…”
“Too bloody good for the likes of him” growled Wilson, “erm… if you’ll pardon my French Ms Lockhart.”
“Mr… Bell, is it?”
“That’s right ma’am”
“Could you possibly give us a little privacy, I’m afraid I need to ask Tyler here some private questions, maybe it would be better if you waited outside,” she smiled sweetly at Wilson.
“Oh no ma’am, I’m afraid I’m not able to do that, like I said this is a dangerous criminal here.”
“I would be really grateful if you would wait outside,” she smiled, accentuating the word grateful, gazing deep in to the piggy eyes of Wilson.
“Ermmm… I… well I suppose I could just step outside for a while.” He then turned to me, fixing me with what he probably thought was a threatening glare, “I’ll be right outside convict.” He turned and left.
“Sorry about that Tyler,” she said smiling sweetly, I just shrugged indifferently. “So you’ve been sent here from London, well that’s quite a trip” she looked up from the file, my file presumably. Again I just shrugged, I was tired, upset and angry at the way all this shit went down, I didn’t feel like answering pleasantries, no matter how beautiful the questioner was.
“Well I can see you’re probably tired so I’ll be quick,” she looked down at her clipboard, “are you taking any illegal/controlled substances?”
“No”
“Do you have any weapons on your persons or in your luggage?”
“No”
“Do you have any medical/allergy related problems we should no about?”
“No”
“Do you have any dietry requirements?”
“No”
“Do you have any questions about Rockmount?”
“No”
“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay at Rockmount, and if you keep your nose clean and keep your head down I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” she said the line mechanically as if she said it to every new ‘student’. She stood up and held out her hand for me to shake, I just looked down at my cuffed hands. “Oh… right sorry, we don’t usually cuff our students,” she said in way of an apology, “but hey cheer up, it could be worse” she gave me a small smile and walked away, her hips swaying as she left the carriage.

*

“All Students please exit the train in a single file, in a calm fashion!” came the robotic voice over the PA system. Wilson yanked me up by my cuffs pushing me out of the carriage. The sun glared down at the collection
of students exiting the train. The first thing I noticed was that none of the other students had cuffs on, and I had exited at the end of the train all alone isolated from the other students. It was mid term so there weren’t many students leaving the train, maybe a dozen max. The school loomed ahead of me, a giant castle, carved into the mountain, like some materialistic behemoth, so wrapped up in its own pomposity.