OK, So this is a made up story when Ian and Jane Beale decide to let a young girl stay at their home so she can attend a college near Walford. The young girl is called Deena Besol and is a fictional character I made. She is not and will not ever appear in Eastenders. Hope you enjoy, Read&Review please.

'Ian she will be here in less than an hour, is her room ready? Have you told the kids yet?' his wife Jane asked as she scurried around the living room table trying to wipe it clean.

'Yes, the room is perfect. But Jane I don't see why we are even letting this unknown stranger live with us"

'Ian! You haven't told the twins yet have you? And I missed out on college because I had no where to stay near close to the college I wanted to go to, it would kill me to know that this girl could miss out on her chance at college if we don't take her in.'

'Fine whatever, I'm going to the cafe. Ring me if you need me' Ian walked into the kitchen to put his jacket on.

'OK. Ian you better tell the twins and Bobby before I bring her here, I don't want them to think we are keeping secrets from them!' Jane shouted. The front door closed. Ian was gone.

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It was a beautiful sunny day in Albert Square. The sky was a royal blue colour and the sun shined down hard, The clouds - which there were hardly any of - were white and just floated on by at a soothing pace. The train station was busy and noisy when they teenage girl stepped of the train. Carrying just a sports bag filled to the brim. Her black hair was long and very messy, it was obvious she had super long extensions in but the suited her. Her face was soft looking, her lips red and plump. The softness stopped at her eyes however. Bright blue eyes, very beautiful eyes infact but where circled by heavy dark mascara and eyeliner. her eye shadow was a dark grey almost black colour, making her steel looking eyes stand out. She walked slowly through the train station, Ipod plugged in not bothering a soul. Every now and then she would take out her blackberry and send a text but after that it was back into her bag.

She had a black long-sleeved t-shirt on, and little hot-pants on. The hot-pants where commando styled, they somewhat matched her dark eyes and made her look like a returning solider. Of course soldiers don't wear hot-pants; Think of a playboy bunny solider. Her legs where covered in dark patterned tights, which continued the dark look until you go to her black heel-less boots. which were also, surprisingly black.

She chewed her chewing gum and slowly walked up to the ticket machine. Bought her ticket and left the train station. She stood outside and looked at the sky, She leaned against a wall and sighed. She had arrived. The girl stood for a couple more minutes before opening her back and bringing out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. She lit up and took a couple of drags before returning the packet and lighter when it came from. The black haired girl slid down the wall until her bottom had firmly touched the floor. She took the sports bag of her shoulder and placed it on the ground next to her. A lot of people passing by gave her dirty looks but she didn't mind as she knew sitting on the ground outside a train station wasn't exactly the best look for a young girl. A couple draws later and the fag was almost finished. She took out her phoned and check the time. 14:12. Jane was late. Sure it was only two minutes but she was still late. One last puff and the cigarette was gone. She brung herself to her feet. The girl began biting her short, pink polished nails when Jane came running round the corner. Not knowing who Jane was or looked like the young female just saw a fully grown, middle aged woman with short blond hair running towards the station.

Jane arrived at the station out of breath and appeared to be worried.

'Ohh no where is she? I've missed her! She could be anywhere. You stupid, stupid cow!' She could be heard whispering to herself.

'Exscuse me, I may be wrong but I think you may be looking for me. Are you Jane Beale?' The young girl was approaching Jane.

'Ahh Yes, That is me. You must be Deena.' Jane turned round while a huge grin on her face, Panic over.

The young girl smiled before awkwardly sticking her hand out for Jane to shake. Jane shook her hand before leading her back to the house she would now be staying at.