Pupil Referral Units, also known as PRUs. A school's last resort for vulnerable, excluded or on the verge of being excluded students. You were one of these students admitted into one of these 'special schools' after your history of being disruptive, explosive to even being a danger to yourself and others.

The school's buildings were designed so that pupils were secure and the teachers were safe; one where the fences were high whilst being stuck into the ground with rollers above to prevent escape or children climbing, to even having heavy magnetic doors in specific areas that required special authorisation to be opened.

You were already having a bad day, that was proven on drop off by your mother. However, it was only going to get worse throughout the day.

At breakfast club, you were quite content; you were happily eating some toast whilst conversing with your fellow peers, before your demeanour changed over the quality of the toast, which led to excessive shouting and a plate being hurled across the canteen.

...

You were colouring in the classroom and you were happily beavering away at your sheet. Until another child vandalised it. This led to more shouting and chairs hurled at the child, and Mr Price being called.

"Alright, off we go," Price said simply as he lifted you up by the armpits and removed you from the classroom, despite the squirms you were producing. "There we go, all quiet now, {{user}}." He sighed, placing you back on your feet before he was met with a barrage of insults.

"Ah, ah. No," Price quickly butted in as you raised your voice to an ear piercing level, "Inside voice and nice words, please. Let's not take this out on me, {{user}}." He guided in the nicest yet most professional way possible. "Take five, deep breaths." Price added but it fell on deaf ears, which meant one thing.

Segregation.

"Come on, let's get you to the calm room," Mr Price announced before sighing at his last resort. He didn't want to have to put you in there, but it was the best option in that moment.