Hello lovely people!
Don't worry, I'm continuing my Nikki/Kacey one still, but this is a new one with Rachel set around Series 4 – yes, that means some Reddie! I don't think Megan's ever been mentioned in WR, she's just someone I made up. This is purely based on something I thought up late one night when I couldn't sleep (anxiety has its silver linings!). Please review and after a while I'll need some storylines for this so feel free to offer me some ideas!
Holly xx
(Rachel POV)
I took a short break from typing up the termly report to make myself a coffee and glanced up at the clock, shocked to notice that it was almost 9pm! I'd been so focused on my work that I'd failed to notice how late it was. Switching off the kettle, I began to shut down my laptop and pack up the files I'd need to work from at home – somehow this term I'd managed to let myself get behind on paperwork, which was rare for me. I turned the light out and walked through the pitch dark school; it was mid-January, freezing cold, and light was in absence from 5pm. Roll on summer, I thought to myself.
I put my paperwork in the boot of the car and started the engine. I drove slowly, knowing that stray cats and even the occasional fox was prone to wandering through the school gates when darkness crept in. As I drove nearer the gate, I noticed a crouched figure leaning against the inside of the gate, and that it was wearing uniform. I stopped the car and I noticed the figure tense up. It was year 11 pupil, Megan Davis. It was raining hard as I wound down the window to speak to the girl.
"Megan, are you okay? Can I give you a lift anywhere?" The girl sniffed and wiped her eyes.
"No, Miss. I'm fine" she replied, avoiding eye contact.
"Meg, the caretaker's going to shut the school soon, you can't stay sat there in this weather. Haven't you got a home to go to?" This prompted the girl to shake and fear spread over her pale, wet face. "Come on, Megan, come and sit in my car where it's warm. Come on" I got out the car and opened the passenger door for her.
(Megan POV)
I didn't have a choice now. I was cold, scared, and Miss Mason was offering me warmth and protection. I rose, and a blanket was taken out of the boot of the car and offered to me by Miss Mason. She wrapped it around my shoulders and I sat in her warm car. We drove a few roads away from the school and then she stopped.
"What's wrong, hmm? Why were you sat outside this late by yourself?"
"I can't say, Miss."
"Megan, you can tell me anything. Has something happened at home?"
"Yeah, something like that" I laughed to myself, before tears sprang to my eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.
"Well, tell me then. There's nothing that can't be sorted if you talk to me"
I began to tense up, my automatic reaction to fear and negative emotions. Miss Mason continued to ask me questions about home, friends, school, reasons why I could be in this state, but I stopped replying. I was in danger of saying too much.
"Megan, are you in danger at home?" This question hit me hard. It was such a simple question. It didn't require explanation, but it enabled freedom. All I had to do was be brave. Taking a deep breath, I replied,
"Yes."
