Chapters (88)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dear Reader …
- Also by Robert Muchamore
- PART ONE
- Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
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- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- PART THREE
- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
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‘What’s sectioned?’
‘Sent here by a court,’ Georgia said. ‘Either because of something you did, or because you’re a suicide risk. I’m here for a pre-sentencing evaluation, before my big day in court.’
‘I see,’ Julius said, smirking. ‘It’s so weird that you’re showing me around. I remember the day it happened, it was all anyone at school could talk about. And that other guy who lost his eye …’
‘Gerard,’ Georgia said.
The double doors into the dining area were wedged open. It was peak breakfast, with thirty diners, a line for hot drinks and noise worthy of a school canteen. All tables were either in use or waiting for staff to clear trays and wipe down, so Georgia was pleased to spot her friend, Alex, surrounded by empty chairs.
Georgia got chocolate-chip Weetabix and tea. She showed Julius how to use the coffee machine. He found yoghurt and also his appetite when he smelled bacon and put three rashers on a side plate.
‘Alex, Julius. Julius, Alex,’ Georgia introduced as she squeezed between two chairs and set her tray down.
‘Julius baby, what are you in for?’ Alex asked, narrowing her eyes, as she sucked a baked bean from the tip of her fork.
THIRTY-NINE
Six Months Earlier: Dormansland Hall Boarding School – Sussex, UK
The Hall – as everyone called it – had a three-hundred-year tradition of almost being one of Britain’s elite boarding schools.
When Julius saw the school website, he was sold on pictures of comfortably furnished bedrooms and close to half of the kids being from overseas. He also hoped having three of seven boarding houses filled with girls would give the alpha males something other than the weird-gay-Nigerian kid to focus on.
Julius didn’t read about The Hall’s world-class sports coaching, or the boast that twenty former pupils had won Olympic medals. But it meant he got privacy three evenings a week, when his roommate Matt went off to practise with the UK Archery squad.
He’d seen a message from Duke as he came out of the day’s final lesson, but had yet to check it because he’d been held up by three girls who wanted him to join their drama co-op.
As Julius entered his room, he skimmed his backpack across a floor speckled with dry mud from school pitches. It crashed to a halt amidst the mess of footwear and textbooks under his bed. Then he hooked his tie and blazer inside the door and closed it to keep out noise from first-form boys playing no-rules rugby in the hallway.