Chapter 1 – Mr Rock & Roll
"Good morning Britain, it's a beautiful September morning and its time to get out of bed!" Claudia's radio switched on and began playing Mr Rock & Roll by Amy McDonald. She made a noise of disgust, and dragged herself out of bed. "And of course, 1st September, back to school time for a lot of you, sorry to remind you" said the DJ over the music. Claudia simply grunted and went for a shower…
"So called Mr Rock And Roll is dancing on his own again…" Victoria got out of bed, groggy but awake. She went straight to the wardrobe and started trying to select an outfit from what little of her wardrobe wasn't packed up ready to go to America. Boarding school had better be worth it, or she would be seriously unhappy…
"Rock chick of the century is acting like she used to be, dancing like there's no-one there…" Jenna hated the music. It was a crap song. She sat up, pressed the snooze button and went back to her pit, her mop of jet black hair spread across the pillow…
"And they'll meet one day, far away, and say, I wish I was something more…" Nicole was already up, checking her cases, two, three, maybe even four times if she had long enough. She had to have everything, she would feel a fool if she was lacking anything when she arrived. Imagine getting there then realising she had forgotten her favourite book? Or her waterproof coat? It wasn't worth worrying the whole plane journey, she had to check it all…
"And they'll meet one day, far away, and say, I wish I knew you, I wish I knew you before…" Caroline yawned and stretched, getting out of bed. She had to get ready for travelling, but there was time yet. Just one little sketch, there'd be time enough for that at least…
"Mrs Black and white she never sees a shade of grey, always something on her mind, every single day" After trying and failing to block out the noise with her blanket, Hilary growled in frustration and got out of bed, switching the wretched noise off. She was about to go back to sleep when… "Hilary, time to get up! You are not to miss this plane!" …
"Mr Multicultural sees all that one could see, he's living proof of someone very different to me…" Rachel slid out of bed almost as soon as the music was on. Making her bed, she started humming along, tucking a strand of her golden blonde hair behind her ear…
"And they'll meet one day, far away, and say, I wish I was something more…" Karen was already up, with her acoustic, strumming along. This was one of her favourite songs, along with the whole new Keane album and just about anything by Kelly Clarkson. Her fiery copper hair was defiantly fluffy, like a lion's mane, but that was how she liked it…
"And they'll meet one day, far away, and say, I wish I knew you, I wish I knew you before…"