The New Mitchell

It was a typical day in April - well, for most people anyway. The Mitchell Family were still celebrating the marriage of Peggy and Archie. Everybody was jolly and bubbly, although they were a little hungover from the previous night.

Around lunchtime, a black, squeeky clean Mercedes parked itself right outside of the Queen Vic. One of the doors slowly opened, as a tall, wealthy looking man stepped out from the driver's seat. He made his way to the rear of the car, unloading suitcases and other bags. A few moments later, the other car door opened. A slim, rather tall teenage girl appeared, with perfectly straight mousey blonde hair and glittering blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of designer skinny jeans, along with some chestnut coloured UGGS and an Abercrombie and Fitch jacket.

"I can't believe you're seriously doing this" the girl said as she walked over to her father.

"You brought it all on yourself! If you would of just listened to me instead of going behind my back, sneaking out and behaving like a gobby cow then we wouldn't be standing here now!" The man replied, furiously.

"Well maybe you shouldn't of treated me like a child!" she yelled back, storming off into the Vic with her suitcase in toe.

The double doors slammed violently as she entered the pub. All eyes fixed to this stranger, who is she?

"Mark!" - Archie walked over greeting the man who quicky followed, whilst the girl stood in the corner of the Vic, looking alone and unhappy.

"Dad, how good to see you!" he replied as Archie pulled him into a hug.

Ronnie and Roxy looked from the girl, to the man and their father - confused. Since when did their father have a son? Since when did they have a brother!? As they broke from the embrace Archie introduced Mark to his daughters.

"Girls, this is Mark. He's your brother. This is his daughter, Brooke - she's coming to stay with us for a few days, aren't you.." he said, slyly. The sulky teenager looked on in a rage, wanting to fight back but biting her lip. She didn't want to cause an argument, not just yet.

"Oh right, but..how did?" Roxy asked curiously.

"Long story sweetheart. All you need to know is you're family!" Archie interupted as Roxy nodded in agreement.

After that the whole clan had a catch up and got to know eachother, Mark had soon joined in the high spirits that were present during the wedding. Brooke on the other hand was walking up and down the bar, tracing her finger along the wooden side. Ronnie soon realised that she wasn't enjoying herself, and decided to walk over and say hello.

"Hi. I'm Ronnie, your umm...auntie?" she said, walking over to the bar.

"Oh, hi." Brooke mumbled quietly.

The laughs from the corner of the pub caught the attention of both girls, stopping their conversation from continuing. Brooke looked over at her father, sighing. He was so selfish, why couldn't anyone see through him?

"Dads eh?" – Ronnie could see that the teenager wasn't exactly close to her father. The figure infront of her reminded her of the childhood she experienced – fighting against a family member is one the hardest battle. Ronnie sympathised with the girl, she knew exactly what she was feeling.

"Tell me about it – he drives me absolutely up the wall!"

"So, why are you here? If you came for Dad and Peggy's wedding then you're a bit late!"

"We didn't even know about it until a few weeks ago! Dad couldn't get away from work any earlier, and now he's going away on business. I WAS meant to be staying at home, but he's had enough of me – he hates me. Now I'm stuck here with Grandad – he said it would "teach me a lesson once and for all"."

Ronnie slowly took in the girl's words. It was like she was looking at her past straight in the face.

It sounded as if Mark was just like Archie – well, as they say: Like father, like son.

"Well, I guess you're the New Mitchell then" she stated whilst raising her champagne glass.

"Too right I am".

Both females giggled as Brooke grabbed her glass of orange juice to raise a toast. They got on as if they had known eachother for years. She thought that maybe, she didn't need her Dad to "look after her" anymore. She would just make sure that her stay in Walford was as entertaining as possible. Entertaining at other people's expense.