Ok, a new story. I know I haven't updated in a while. It's the arse end of the school year. So this is a St Trinians femslash story. See if you can figure it out. Love comments and reviews.


The stylish London apartment was silent, peaceful almost. Kelly Jones stood in the doorway to her younger sister's room, tank top and shorts, coffee in her hand. The low hum of the air conditioner in the background, keeping the rooms cool as the long, hot summer was ending and tickling her legs as she stood there in short shorts. The alarm clock on the bed side table was blaring red numbers 5:57am, the alarm set for six. For the first time in nearly a month, her baby sister was sleeping, quietly and calmly. Thankfully, she had not been plagued by nightmares the night before she was to return to school.

"Come on, wake up, kiddo," she said, shaking her sister lightly. A head of crazy blonde-brunette bed hair peeked out from behind a pillow, groaning lowly before slumping back down. "If you're not up and in the kitchen in five, I will flip your mattress."

The youngest Jones pushed herself up into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes and her ribs. Smoothing out her hair and yawning loudly, she made her way into the bathroom. In the mirror, dark eyes and pale skin stared back at her. As she pushed back a blonde streak of hair, she examined the cut across her temple, the harsh deep red standing out against her skin. Sighing loudly, the sixth former padded out into the kitchen for some of the coffee she had smelt when Kelly was waking her up.

"How's your head feel?"

Keeping silent had become Beth's new way of talking. She was trying to avoid the subject of her summer activities and was doing pretty well so far. She simply shrugged.

"There are bagels in the pantry. Don't forget to take your painkillers." Kelly smiled softly over her coffee at her sister, who weakly returned it. Kelly left to shower and Beth let herself out onto the balcony to breathe in London's fresh morning air despite the temperature already rising. A few minutes outside woke Beth up, before deciding she needed to get ready for her trip back to school.

Bleary eyes looked around her bedroom, piles of clothes stacked on her desk chair, her St Trinians uniform hanging over the back.

A guitar in the corner, piles of music sheets knocked over and spread out taking up several feet of room, CD's scattered over the paper.

A dark green, almost brown trunk at the end of her messy bed, covered in band name stickers and the school logo, open with singlets and tracky pants half hanging out.

Turning on her iPod dock above her bed, Beth let it play relaxed rock music an emo would normally be shunned for, before quickly tidying up and packing her trunk, laying her uniform out on the bed.

She just had to wait for Kelly to finish in the shower. Then she could go home. As much as she loved her sister, London wasn't her home.

London would be a distant memory in a few hours time, the school year scaring and exciting Beth all in one.