Chapter 1

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It has been 11 years since Carla Connor last set foot on the weatherfield cobbles.

"Right, just pull over here please, that'll be fine" Carla said, pointing the taxi driver to the corner of viaduct street, just off coronation street.

"Alrighty" he replied. Carla got out of the car, over to the other side and opened the opposite door.
"This is it? This is where we'll be staying?" Carla's daughter,Lexi said obviously unimpressed.
"Yep, this is it sweetheart! Not quite what you're used to is it hey? Carla smiled as she took the bags out of the boot.
Carla, after having left Peter, moved to spain to get away from weatherfield and all it's memories, most of which were miserable. Lexi was born in spain, and that's where Carla started her new life.

"Thanks again, keep the change" Carla said through the taxi driver's window. The driver made a quick hand signal as he pulled away. Carla watched the car go round the bend, and then turned to Lexi and took a deep breath. Now, her and Lexi were alone, in weatherfield. Carla wondered how many people she used to share her life with still lived here. Lexi snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Where we staying mum?" Lexi asked.
"A mates house, we used to be really good friends. You'll like her, don't worry!" Carla replied.

"Hmm okay. Mum, I'm hungry!" Lexi complained.

"Right, well you can get food over there, in the café" Carla huffed, pointing to Roys Rolls. She wondered how long it would be before she bumped into someone she knew, and whether she would get a warm reception or not, she wasn't exactly the streets most loved woman. She held Lexi's hand, and lead her across the street over to the café.

"Oh my god, look who it is. Roy, look" Hayley in a quiet voice, nudging Roy. Carla walked over to the counter, trying on her best smile.

"Mrs Connor." Hayley said, in her usual over excited voice.
"Oh Hayley, there's no need for that name, you don't work for me anymore!" Carla laughed.
"Carla then." Hayley said, kind of blushing. "What brings you back then, and who is this little lady you've got with you?" she carried on, rushing round to the front of the counter.

"This Hayles, is my daughter Lexi, thought I'd show her where I used to live, and how this place was my whole life before she came along!" Carla said, putting her hand Lexi's shoulder.
"Well hello Lexi! Wow Carla, never did I think I'd see you again in weatherfield, let alone with a child of your own!" Hayley said, getting almost emotional. Hayley suddenly moved towards her, and gave her a massive hug. Carla was a little surprised and overwhelmed by how happy Hayley was to see her, nonetheless Carla was so happy that Hayley was the first person to greet her. Her and Hayley had always got on, they understood one and other, and Hayley was never one to judge. As Hayley pulled away, she smiled at the mother and daughter, before returning back round to the till.

"Would you like any food, drink maybe? Bet you're hungry Lexi after that journ….." Hayley stopped, realising she didn't know what journey she'd had. Carla finished Hayley's sentence.
"Spain, so yeah she is hungry" Carla smiled.
"Spain eh? Lovely. What would you like?" Hayley said raising her eyebrows and smiling.
"That bun, there" Lexi replied, pointing into one of the glass jars on top of the counter.
"Alright then." She smiled, putting it onto a plate. "Carla? Anything for you?"

"Yeah, just a tea please love. It'll be nice, nothing better than a good English tea!" Carla said, handing over the money. Carla looked around as Hayley went off to make the tea.

"Go sit over there Lex, take your plate with you." Carla said, pointing to a table on the far right. Hayley returned with Carla's freshly brewed tea.

"Thanks Hayles!" Carla said, carefully picking the mug up. Carla and Lexi talked for a bit, Carla told Lexi some of her few memories, but kept the ones to do with any of the previous relationships she had had out of the conversation. All of them seem to have some twisted story to go with them, something that a little 11 year old girl didn't need to know. The door to the café opened, which caught Carla's attention. Carla got a sudden sense of nervousness, the lady who walked in hadn't changed much, few more wrinkles, hair not as blond as it used to be but still the same looking, pretty lady. Leanne.

END OF CHAPTER