(In this Trudy and Vera are 13 and best friends. Trudy goes by her given name. M for underage drinking.)

(Trudy.)

V~ What ya wanna do tonight?

G~ Uh. I'm up to my ears in homework and I don't wanna do that and parents keep nagging me to do it. You pick, I chose last night.

V~ What about that new club four blocks from here?

G~ Oh, yeah Dancing Dreams. We could go there. Should we go shopping first?

V~ Yeah, cool. So the second you get a free moment, kill the CCTV and skit down the pipes, yo?

G~ Yo. I'd better sort out my room first. Mum's gonna flip out if I leave without tidying up after myself. :P

V~ Uh, me too. I hate tidying up. Wish I had a PA.

G~ Ditto.

"GERTRUDE, YOU'D BETTER BE TIDYING THAT PIT OF YOURS!" Mum's scream echoed.

"Yeah, Mum!" I shrieked back, trying to make sure she heard me. I whizzed about, putting my clean clothes in the wardrobe and the dirty ones in the wash basket. Then I made my very messy bed up and put all my videos back in the cases and on the shelves.

I had to shove all my books back in alphabetical order, and organise my makeup table. That was over with in minutes.

I screamed "DONE IT, MUM!" Then I murmured "And if you don't believe me, come have a look."

Then I killed my security cameras and shot round to Vera's. I knew Vera's mum well enough. She knew to tell my mum that Vera and I had gone out for the evening and we'd be back well before midnight.

So Vera and I went shopping. Mum liked Vera and thought she was a good influence. Yeah right. We were bad influence on each other.

G~ V, I'm on my way round. Meet me on the corner?

V~ Heck yo. Meet you in five.

G~ Sweet. Your mum knows to tell mine that I'll be staying over with you tonight, yeah?

V~ She will in a sec.

G~ L.O.L.

V~ Yeah she knows. Right. You gonna buy new clothes and PJs?

G~ L.O.L, like we're gonna sleep! But yeah, if we need props.

We met on the corner. We went to the shops and bought new clothes and shoes special for clubbing. Then we changed in Vera's room, then her mum smiled as we left. We said we were going to a disco and she let us out.

We went to the newest club. It was beautiful inside, a heavenly mixture of midnight glitzy blue and sea green glitz and sky blue. The lights pulsed and loud music blasted out. This place was so awesome. We danced and had fun. We'd been taking dance classes since we were two. We have skills in dance that nobody else did.

Then after about four or five hours of dancing we got thirsty. And because we looked so much older than we were, we got our vodkas. And it was nice. We had several before we danced some more.

And two hours went by until we needed another drink. So we had about ten more drinks. Whatever.

At 7 in the morning, we went home, drunk and dizzy. We hadn't slept and we looked like wrecks. Vera's mum laughed.

"You two kids got seriously drunk, didn't you? Oh, God, you're classic."

Vera's brother came up from the cellar and handed us each a can.

"Here y'are, ladies. This'll knock you both out. We'll tell Mrs Walker that you girls had a very late night snacking and playing Would You Rather and singing and that you can stay for the weekend. But we won't tell her that you two went out clubbing and got yourselves beyond drunk."

I laughed dizzily. Vera said "Ta, Damien. That's well nice of ya."

"Any time, kiddos. Watching you two stagger about like that's more than enough reward."

We went upstairs and fell asleep, sprawled across Vera's bed in the weirdest position. My head was over her left ankle and her head was in an open drawer. Her left arm was tangled in the bed frame and her right was hanging over the edge of the bed.

My right arm was across her ribs and my left arm was stuck between the bed frame and the mattress. My right leg was twisted and my left leg was under me. Her right leg was over my eyes.

We looked crazy, but we'd passed out. Thank gosh it was a double.

When we woke, we had massive headaches. We just took pain killers and dressed in jeans and t-shirts.

Damien and Vera's older sister Jasmine said "Aw, look, the kids are up."

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah. We're up. Ta, Damien, for the painkillers you left for us. You really saved us from a headache."

Jasmine cracked up. "They weren't painkillers, they were vitamins! You haven't got a headache because you didn't drink that much. Should be me. My mates and I get drunk at least once a month. It's not just vodka, it's all sorts. We're way out when we get back."

Damien laughed "Heck yeah. I do and all. Sometimes Minnie and I go out with our mates and have a party and come home raving mad drunk."

I rolled my eyes again, expressively.

"Y'know, my parents have no idea that we even went to that club. If they knew that either of us had drank over 199 vodkas in 11 hours, we'd be in boxes that go six feet under the earth quicker than you could blink."

"Look, right, they're never gonna know that you two have had so much alcohol, you passed out on V's bed in the awkwardest position I've ever seen."

"Well I woke up with her leg over my eyes. If that could have been any worse, don't let me know."

Jasmine smiled. "You could have been in a way more awkward position, girls."

"Ugh!" We shuddered at the thought, then Vera threatened to punch Jasmine for that.

"You'd die here and now if Gertrude wasn't here."

"Why if she wasn't here?" Jasmine questioned.

"Because I don't want her to get her hands dirty. And she's not helping me lug your body outta here."

I stepped in. "OK, no, no. That's enough. Nobody's gonna die yet. They'll only die if they do something way worse and then it'll be at my hands."

Damien yelled "TIME FOR TRUTH OR DARE!"

Vera, Jasmine and I screamed "NO!" And we screamed it loudly.

Ms D came in.

(Vera.)

Ugh, my stupid sis and bro. Could chuck them. Really hard off a high cliff. I won't, Mum'd flip. But I wanna.

Gertrude, however was chill on the exterior.

"On second thought, D, we will and I'll go first. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I want you to get your boombox, now, and I want you to sing Living La Vida Loca at the top of your voice-"

"Pfft, easy."

"-and you will sing it in the style of a rap artist that has a cold and he's drunk."

"Harder, but I can try it."

So he did, but that didn't go so well for him. He couldn't rap, he couldn't make his voice as thick as he needed to and his drunk voice sounded like he had a child's lisp.

We girls were dying of laughter. When Damien stopped, he picked on Jasmine.

"J-Mine! Your turn. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." She was confident and up for a laugh. I just wanted a laugh.

"I want you to put on your last Hallowe'en costume and then sing Barbie Girl at the top of your lungs and dancing on the table."

So Jasmine did that. Dressed as a demon pixie, she danced the routine of Aqua's Barbie Girl while she sang it, word-perfect.

Then Jasmine picked on my poor friend. I hated when she picked on me, but Gertrude, she had to be careful. She's not that innocent, but I don't want her upset by some hideous dare or embarrassing truth.

"Trude, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Her whisper sounded like a low squeak.

"How many guys have you kissed for more than 6 seconds?"

This was one she squirmed with. She just hadn't.

"I haven't..." She murmured, blushing.

I gave my brother and sister death glares, making them hold back on trying not to laugh and keep it away.

She picked Jasmine, as revenge.

"Jasmine, truth or dare?" She asked, sweetly.

"Dare." Jasmine was confident.

"OK. I dare you to run to the nearest field, smother your whole face in whatever animal muck you can find, then run back here and sing Britney Spears' Hit Me Baby One More Time, dancing on the kitchen counter, all while wearing stiletto heels."

We all stared at her, Jasmine in disgust, Damien in amusement and me in surprise and amusement.

"Gross, Gertrude." Jasmine gasped.

Damien laughed "Hilarious. Go on, Jazz, do it."

I said "You make her squirm, you pay the price. Go on."

Jasmine looked like she'd rather never eat another chocolate bar again (just cos she loves chocolate) than do the dare.

She gave her a sweet 'Revenge is mine and oh, boy, it is sweet!' smile. Jasmine groaned in further disgust but she had to do it.

So she did. I'll tell you this, she looked hilarious and smelt awful when she came back and sang that song. Eventually she was allowed to wash it off, but she didn't dare to pick on Trudy again. Scared she'd get another horrifying dare, probably.

She picked me. This was gonna be awful if I picked dare.

"V, truth or dare?"

"Truth." I grinned.

"Have you ever wanted to kiss Gertrude in the sense you would a boyfriend?" Jasmine was evil, but that just didn't work. Well, Gertrude looked horrified.

"Nah. She's my best friend, I love her, just not in love with her. So no." That made Jasmine look disappointed and my poor friend look relieved.

I picked on my brother. "D, truth or dare?"

"Dare, baby sis."

" Right, I dare you to stand upside down for ten minutes and not say a word." I was a bit useless with dares. I knew how to make them squirm in embarrassment when Gertrude's not here, but I refuse to let her see those games.

He did it. We younger two sat there innocently. Jasmine looked like she was still sore over that dare. She's sweet, but that was a flash of her darkest side.

After ten minutes, Damien sat back down. By this time, my poor friend looked utterly horrified at herself.

"Excuse me, please." She had to leave the room. I felt so sorry for her.

(Trudy.)

I don't know why I did that to Jasmine. I mean, I'll wake up tomorrow with a blue eyeliner moustache and glasses and a blue eyeliner beard, fine. But what I did to her was just wrong. Very wrong. I got all my stuff together and wrote an apology note to Jasmine, then slipped out of Vera's house. I knew she had no security cameras, so I ran for it. I was alone and out of there.

I didn't go home.

I caught a train to Liverpool. There, I spent the night in a hotel, where people thought me to be a bit older than I am.

The next day, a boy around my own age found me.

"Hey, little miss." He looked friendly, but I couldn't be sure. He was tall, but not older than me, surely. A man and a woman and a tiny girl came over.

"Jazzy, Jazzy, guess what!" She tugged his sleeve impatiently.

"What is it, then, Mia?"

"I found penny in street!" She gabbled. This was one cute kid. And the sister was precious, too.

"Aw, did you? That's known to be good luck, Mia." He seemed like he'd make a really good dad someday.

The parents saw me watching. "What are you doing, hanging about? Get on with your business, stay out of ours."

I started off, walking past them. I tried not to look scared, but you look how you feel.

The boy told his parents what he'd seen, but I was already gone. That hadn't done me any favours at all. I was stuck. I was wandering about, lost. Well, I could fix ever being found again. I changed my mobile number and my appearance. I had over three thousand pounds in my purse, so I bought two faux-leather jackets, four pairs of stiletto heeled boots, several pairs of black skinny jeans and a lot of lacy tops and some faux-leather miniskirts and fishnet tights. I also bought makeup in the body shop.

I changed in a cubicle in a public loo. When I was through with myself, I looked at least 25. That was good enough for me. So I went about my business. Except I really had none.

(Vera.)

I went to my room, where Gertrude would be if she was upset. She'd be hiding. I searched the entire block looking for her. Then I had to tell my mum that she was missing.

"Mum, Gertrude's missing! She's done one! All her clothes are gone and she's nowhere on this block! I tried to call her, but her mobile's got an unobtainable signal!"

We got the cops out and told her mother. Well, Mr and Mrs Walker absolutely flipped out. They love their daughter more than life itself. Kind of touching how they completely flipped.

But now we had to find her at all costs. Where is she?

I stayed out all night, searching for my missing best friend.

Adverts if anyone had seen her popped up everywhere. But nobody rang. She'd disappeared completely.

Jasmine and Damien were in a right flap. They were so worried about her, thinking she might be dead.

(Trudy.)

I read the papers this morning. Apparently, my disappearance has worried everybody I know. I was scarily their most important find. That's what I intended to avoid. So I started going by my new name.

Trudy Ana Rehman. This was the start of a new life for me. So say goodbye to little Gertrude Anabel Walker and say hello to Trudy Ana Rehman.

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So was that any good? If you liked it, review. If you have any ideas, PM me. Should I continue or leave it as a one shot? Random Dizzy. :D