Kelly POV
I remember the day well. The day I lost Kelis, my only child. It also happened to be the day I told Annabelle I loved her but that doesn't matter now. That day started with me making a deal with Taylor, a risky thing to do. The day started with business and slight happiness at returning to my old school. The day ended with regret and sadness, I shouldn't have presumed Kelis would be alright with me and Annabelle. If I had spoke to her before then she wouldn't have left. It's been three years, exactly three years since I lost my first and only born. All hope of her coming home had gone a long time ago; it's horrible knowing she isn't coming back into my arms. This could be how Annabelle felt when I had left almost seventeen years ago, knowing and feeling as she did kills me. If Kelis had stayed she would become head girl next term. She would have made me proud, she always did.
This is the saddest I have felt in years, I wasn't even this upset when I found Flash in bed with 'Belle. All I felt was disgust that morning. It took me years to learn that Flash was always the coarse of my unhappiness, I still learnt it though. The week after I had found him and 'Belle, Flash hunted me down. He cried out every word of his apology, I was going to take him back. That was before I told him about being pregnant, or knocked up as Taylor would say. He offered to pay for an abortion, I turned it down. He wasn't impressed and he was angry, his words still haunt me today,
"You don't deserve to decide when I'm gonna be a Papa, however much I hate this do you fink I'm gonna watch the kid suffer?" He ranted, "No. I aint gonna lie I'm always behind when you get on all fours. But now ya belly's popped out, you sayin' it's my fault. You weren't sayin' this shit before, now you tryna act up and sayin' that I'm selfish. I can't be the perfect dad, I'm a fucking criminal! I would have to give the kid everythin' I never had!" After that he seemed to calm down abit, I was about to blow, "Look, all I'm saying is that now aint the time. So if you aint gonna listen I fink its best I just leave." He turned his back on me and was about to walk off, I wasn't going to let him go without him having a piece of my mind. How dare he say things like that to me, I'm Kelly Jones for god's sake. I grabbed his elbow and pulled him back so he faced me, it was my turn to shout,
"Who do you think you are? I aint getting rid of shit, this is a part of me so don't blame me. You're the one who should've put something on!" Then he used the worse excuse in history,
"I'm just a man, you know how we are you've slept with plenty of us!" I slapped him so hard it left a red mark, "I don't wanna be involved, it's not my fault."
"It's like your only thinking about yourself, just only you and no-one else. Why can't you take responsibility and accept that you should've put something on?" My anger was starting to fade and it was being replaced by a strange feeling. One I, Kelly Jones, had never felt before. Need, I needed Flash. It soon vanished when I looked into his eyes, which was when my anger bubbled up again, "Let me tell you about something, because you know you can't tell me nothing. Not one little thing, god you've got my blood pumping. I'm raging at you; you've me so damn angry. You're such a selfish, pathetic excuse for a man. You're useless excuses mean nothing to me; this child is a part of me. You can't even begin to understand that someone is living and growing inside. Get out of my face!" I screamed at him. He kept going on about how this wasn't his fault,
"I feel for you Kel, I really do but you knew the deal. I have to be real with you 'cause I fink you're forgetting that the both of aint got much dough. I'm afraid I can't be involved."
"It's just the same old selfishness with you, don't even pretend that your understanding. It's a little too late to act confused because I don't even know what I'm gonna do." I turned around and left him standing there.
A month after confronting him I told him I miscarried. He pretended to be sorry for me; I knew he was jumping for joy. I had to tell him I miscarried; I didn't want him to poke his nose in after that row. I shouldn't have told him that, if I didn't tell him that then I would still have Kelis here. Thankfully Flash hasn't been seen around here for three years, he's tracking Kelis down just like he had done with me. I know his cause is lost, you can only find a St Trinian when she wants to be found. I know Kelis doesn't want to be found.
Kelis POV
I couldn't bring myself to steal from Mum all those years ago. She was the woman who put food in my stomach, a roof over my head and clothes on my back. No, I didn't want to steal from her after fourteen years. Sometimes I miss her. Others I forget about her. Lately though I've been thinking about her more then normal, probably because of the date. I can't remember how long I was at St Trinians for, I know it wasn't long. There's something in my heart that jumps at the mention of St Trinians. I don't know what it is but every time I hear of St Trinians I want to know what they know of the place. I'm too old for stories of magic and dragons, but the tale I was told is becoming true. Just like every story I had heard that was about St Trinians. The heist was true, the play was true and the magic was becoming true. Jenifer can see it; we share a house out here. She's been my rock for three years, like the sister that I never had. Jen doesn't lie to me, where as Mum did, the great Kelly Jones.
I've not been in England since I left St Trinians. I've been living the high life on a luxury island off the coast of Spain. The locals don't know of our past, but they know not to tell any who comes asking that we're here. They are understanding people; they don't care what we are or who we are. All that matters to them is that we don't cause trouble for them and we don't. We must be the first St Trinians in history to follow rules! It's all about tradition here, in some ways it's old fashioned. We've managed to modernise some of their culture, the women behind the cleaning thing is now gone. Thank god they let us do that because I couldn't cope with the cooking. The marriage at eighteen thing I haven't got out of. We managed to Jen out of it but I haven't been so lucky. There's gonna be a traditional fight soon, in my honour apparently. While every ones watching we're gonna be making our escape. I don't want to go; I've fallen in love with this place. I don't want to betray these people that have become my family either. Pedro is one of them. He's one of the local lad's; he's stuck by me when the going got tough. He's supported me in everything I do. Pedro even taught me some handy skills like hunting, weaving and speaking Spanish. Speaking the local language helps, it gains the respect of the locals as well. In return for me learning their language they learnt English.
Lately every village lad has been paying a lot of attention to me; I know they hope to catch my eye. The local girls hate me, three guesses why! Just the other day I was given some meat to cook, the poor boy didn't understand why I glared at him. He intended me to cook his dinner! I was having none of that, I sent him packing. Pedro laughed at me, telling me that I just turned down a perfectly good fish. He was right, I did, but I didn't care. We both knew we could catch better. Being in the so much has turned me brown, I don't know if I will ever be my natural skin colour. I hope I do sometime; I want to keep some of my English looks. I miss England; I miss the excitement of seeing the snow, the sadness at the rain, the joy of splashing in puddles, the warmth of a mothers hug.
This place shouldn't be described as a village; it's more like a tribe. It has its ancient traditions, its own culture and rules. The leader of the tribe is treated as a King and his wife as a Queen. They can't produce offspring, they see it as a sign from there spirits. It could have been a bad sign but when me and Jen came they saw as a good sign. The King and Queen took us in and treated us like there own. I'm well respected among these people; they see me as a princess. That is why the lads are chasing me, they hope to win my hand and become the next tribe King. They don't bother with Jen; they know that she is not to marry. Sometimes I wish I was her.
I've been called to the high temple or as I call it, the high tree. They use it for meetings and worshipping, it's the biggest tree on the island. I'd like to know what I've done wrong this time, every time I'm summoned here it's because I've done some thing wrong. After my first month here they had noticed my amount of mischief, the King just laughed at it and told me not to do it again. I admit it was funny. I stepped through the bush and sat down in front of the elders.
"Kelsey," The King greeted, he could never pronounce my name right,
"Yes wise one?" That was how you had to greet them in these meetings,
"So you know why you here?" He's speaking English, badly, not a good sign,
"No wise one." This is bad, so very, very bad,
"Someone has betrayed you. A man came while you were out hunting. He spoke you're native tongue and asked about you and Jenifern," He couldn't say Jenifer either,
"What did he look like?" I silently prayed that it wasn't anyone from St Trinians,
"He wore his hair in a pony tail and had small berda," berda was how he said beard. "He wore smart cloth and head wear."
"What did he say?" Sounds like Dad, but I don't remember him wearing smart clothes,
"He show picture and say ' 'ave you seen me daughter, she's named Kelsey John'," Yeah, he couldn't say Jones, "He told him where you was, we think the rouge is coming. You must flee before he comes. Return to your home land before to late!" He sounds like he's kicking me out, huh you think you know a guy,
"I refuse to be forced to leave my home because of this rouge. This is my home and I shall not abandon our people elder,"
"You must, when he is gone we send your champion. He then brings you back for the joining ritual," Ugh, my 'champion'. God, everyone knows it'll be the cocky shit named Juan. Man I hate his guts from day one he's been talking about marriage. "Pedro take you to main land, make sure your safe. Jenifern go back to, now go before he comes!" Looks like I'm off to the rain, how fun.
Kelly POV
Flash has done it! He's found her! My daughter is going to come home and become head girl! That's if Flash can keep her in his sight, knowing him he'll balls it up like he always does. I'm sending Taylor to help him; she's not as much of a prat as Flash. When Kelis get's home I'm going to apologise for my foolishness, I'm not going to let her slip through my fingers again.
Shh I'm supposed to be updating my other storys but I think it's time a certain Jones had a happy ending so BUFF. Yes buff, not bam, buff.
Soo this one was based off another N-dubz song (shock) called 'Shoulda put something' you should know why but if you don't it's because ouch and sisterhood had N-dubz songs in so makes sense.
Once upon a time in a magical land called scare-type there was a big disease. Everyone was afraid to tell there idiotic, moody and stupid leader what they thought. That soon changed when a faun came along. He happened to be a doctor and taught the people of scare-type how to defeat a diesease he named reveiw-o-phobia. They defeated the disease and changed the land name to 'happy-Brit-got-reveiws'. The End.
Now reveiw before,
Taylor: OI BRITISH!
before that.
Taylor: WHY HAVE YOU LEFT ME IN THE DESSERT WITH FRIGGIN' ANDREA! WHERE THE HELL IS THE UPDATE?
umm... Imma go for a run while you revewi ;D