Hi Gemma

I never thought I'd write this, but school is *fab* - freaky huh?

It was suddenly last week, when it all fell into place for me; what's the worst that can happen to you in here? A good belting, yup: and if that don't bother you, there's fuck all else to worry about.

Now I stop to think about it, since I got into this gang, I've taken - and shipped - more punishment than I've ever had off the teachers (one reason, I think, is *the look*, which I'm learning; you look at the teacher the right way, and he quickly picks on somebody else).

I feel really good; my hair's all glossy, and the muscles in my arms and shoulders are dead hard, and my right hand could stop traffic.

This skinny bitch from Sharp Set called me out - 'Mono e mono', her very words - so I said 'OK - I get choice of weapons - so we box'.

Sharp Set are so brave behind a knife, but give the bitch her due, she stood up on her hind legs in the gym, and even if she didn't get a punch past me, she talked trash to me like a champion for the thirty seconds or so that the fight lasted, then I dropped down, shot a left at her body, and as she dropped her hands to block me - bang - right hand straight on the button, and her legs just folded up. One second she was calling me a fat slow-arsed cow, the next she was collapsed in a heap with a massive nosebleed - and believe me there's nothing like a smack on the nose for bringing tears to the eyes. I nearly pissed myself laughing.

Best was yet to come though - to the victor belongs the spoils, they say - I hunted her boyf down that evening and escorted him to the girls' toilets on Floor 3. I locked the door on the inside, then made him pull his trousers down and get his cute little arse in the air.

I 'acquired' a good heavy strap a couple of months back, and I keep it in my bag. I've practiced a lot with it on Little Tasha; she loves it, the little slut, but the boy so did not! OK, I am a big girl, and I was laying it on, but I thought he'd take it better than he did; I wanted to give him sixty, but he was such a wuss that I took pity on him at 36 and let him off. I mean, he was like, crying.

I still didn't let him go though; I put the lid down in one of the stalls, and sat on it - made him kneel between my legs, and pulled my skirt up. I had no knickers on, and he could see how wet beating him had made me, so he got busy straight away - boy, she had trained him well! I came and came and came - all over his face.

Word from up top is that there is an inspector visiting soon; we’ve not been officially told to do anything about him/her, and it’s usually Old School who get to do the escorting stuff. We will just go quiet on our stuff until the inspector is off the plot, and then resume.

Hannah’s typical observation is that if Sharp Set, Punk and Blue Brigade all keep their snouts out it will be best all round – far too hopeful I fear.

Take care

Roxie