"Fucking weather." I muttered as I glumly walked in the pouring rain. The last thing I wanted was to be sick, and as I had the sniffles a lot, this walk would probably make me have a little cough tomorrow. Bloody colds. They always come at the wrong time. Like when your about to go out on the town, or have your picture taken. Of course, I could probably count on one hand the times I had been out on the town at night, and I had only had several professional pictures taken of myself in my entire life, so I could probably count that on one hand too. The thing's I think of when I'm alone.

The bus stop wasn't that far away, luckily I didn't have to walk all the way across Liverpool every day. Sometimes I did, I'd wait the extra half an hour for George to be let out and we'd walk home together. But today was raining, and I was pretty sure he had band practice. That was all he ever talked about now. It was either all the songs him and his mates could play, or what silly stunts him Paul and John had pulled, or what new chords they had all learned. Of course I didn't mind that much. I mean, I didn't have much to talk about.

"Hey Ruthy!" I turned at my name being called. Marcy was running towards me, wet hair plastered on her cheeks. "Wait up!" I laughed and stopped so she could catch up. "Fuckin 'ell girl, you tore out of pretty fast!"

"Didn't want to miss the early bus. I get talkin to Lil and next thing I know I'm on the late one."

"Since when do you care bout gettin back home?" she asked with a smile.

"Bloody rain. You know how I catch colds quickly." I said.

"Well your not that bad. I'm worse then you meself." she said.

Marcy was one of my good friends. She didn't live in the funding houses like I did. In fact, she was quite posh. She didn't even have the bloody connected houses that almost everyone else lived in it seemed. Marcy was quite a different person. She was loud, quiet, smart, and stupid all in one. She had the worst mood swings ever. When it came for her time of the month, everyone would just avoid her for a few days. Another thing about her was she had been on 10 000 dates, and she wasn't very good looking. I always found that weird, because almost every male in Liverpool from 14 to 25 wanted to get in your pants. Well in my case I'm pretty sure no one wanted into my knickers. Only the really desperate ones.

"So did you hear the big news?" Marcy asked. The only problem with Marcy is that she was quite the social butterfly, and had the habit of telling people like me useless information about people that people like me could give less of a shit about.

"Nope." I said with a sigh.

"Well today in gym class, someone said that the girls school has been getting low on cash. Not as many girls are coming here as they have more schools around where you live now." she said pulling some gum out of her pocket. "They might collide us with the boys school."

"Unfortunately that'll be just a rumour. No bloody way that the Innys's broke. Best school in Liddypool." I said with a sigh.

"Well here we are. I'll see ya tomorrow! Bye Ruthy!" Marcy said before running down the street. Marcy just lived another 2 blocks over and would be home in a few minutes as she was running. I would be home in about 45 minutes to a hour. Fucking posh people, get all the lucky breaks.

"Ruth? That you?" I heard Mum call.

"Yea, just me." I said kicking off my shoes and throwing my bags on the floor. Danny's lay beside mine.

My little brother hadn't gotten into the Inny as I had, and was forced to go to a normal school nearer to here.

I wouldn't mind being in his shoes. I remember George and I had decided to fail our tests so we could go to the same school. But we decided against it as George was a year older and we would have to wait a year. Of course, he was 11 and I was 10 and we should of just failed anyway. I could be with him at lunch at least. At the girls school you could only leave if you were signed out by your parents at lunch. This was all because some girl got caught banging in the back field last year. This caused me not to go have a smoke with George and Paul at lunch. "Well could you come in here? I need you to fetch me some things." My mothers voice brought me back to reality.

"Oh Mum I just got in! It's raining!" I wined. I heard her shoes along the tile in the kitchen and she appeared in its doorframe.

"I need this for tonight and I need it now. The Harrisons are coming over for dinner." she said. I felt a smile beam on my face. That meant George was coming over. "Louise is making her chocolate brownies, and her salad, which means I need too…."

"Make you chicken pot pie!" I said with a smile. Mrs Harrison and my mother seemed to love to have these cooking awards. George and I loved to point it out, but mainly me. George usually didn't care as he just liked to eat. Mum smiled at me.

"Right, but scoot! I need it now!" she exclaimed. I nodded and ran out the back to get my bike.

I could hear the shouts of kids in the back playing some game as I grabbed the bike (which really needed a new coat of paint) I could almost guess thats where Danny was. He was 12, going on 13, and the only thing on his mind was what sport he was to play at recess, or what prank he could pull on his mates. Sure enough as I pushed the gate open, there was Danny, playing wall ball with all the other kids. I pushed my bike past them and jumped on my bike so I could get there faster. The rain had died down quite a bit now, which was nice as biking in rain is quite hard. I biked the 3 blocks to the grocers, humming to myself as I did. I got the groceries in record time and began to bike home when I remembered the spare change that had been left over. I looked up at the nearing record store and smirked. I jumped off my bike and ran inside. I quickly thought of something that both George and I could enjoy. I turned to the counter where a young man was standing.

"Excuse me?" I asked coming towards the counter.

"Yes miss?" the man replied.

"What's the newest Elvis record you have?" I asked. The man looked around and pulled out a 45.

"This one." he said handing it to her. The title was 'I got stung'.

"Is it upbeat?" I asked.

"I haven't listened too it yet. It just came in yesterday." he said.

"Well, I'll take it." I said.

"Ruth! Why haven't you changed yet?!" Mum exclaimed coming into the living room.

"I didn't figure I needed to wear something fancy, it's only the Harrisons." I said. I was lying on my back on the couch.

"No! You still need to wear something nice as always! Wear that new dress you got."

"Mum, I've had it for 5 months, it's not new." I said sitting up.

"Don't talk back now Ruth! Oh, and go find your brother and make sure he changes into a clean shirt! He'll be in a dirty one." she said as she walked back in through kitchen.

I slipped on my shoes and went into the back where my brother was last seen. The rain had finally stopped and the sky wasn't so dark anymore, but a bit more chilly as it was later now. I went out through the back gate and looked around to find my brother amidst the 20 other kids. But instead of finding the kids, I found Georgie walking down the street with his guitar. He noticed me and smiled.

"Hey Ruthy!" he said coming towards me.

"Hey Georgie! How was band practice?" I asked.

"Good. John and Paul fought again. When are you going to come watch?" he asked. I leaned against the wall and shrugged.

"I dunno. I don't really know John and he sounds like a handful." I said.

"He is but he's still gear." I noticed my little brother and his friends running down the alley. I grabbed him by the collar.

"Jigs up shit head." I said. He squirmed and made me drop him.

"Piss off!" he exclaimed starting to run away.

"Get inside or I'll tell Mum you smoked that cig the other day!"

"If you do I'll tell Dad you snogged George last week!"

"Danny you know thats a lie, and you know you couldn't tell a lie to live! Now get you skinny ass inside right now!" I yelled. He groaned and ran up to me

"Your a whore."

"Dan, you don't even know what that means!" he made a face and ran inside. I turned to the other George. "You three could'a helped me there!"

"Too entertaining too interrupt." he said with a smile. I poked his ribs.

"Bastard! Well I'll see you later, your coming over for dinner."

"Oh am I?" he asked.

"Yea our mothers are having the annual cook off."

"Oh I'll be able to sneak a brownie then." he said. I laughed.

"What would you do without food?"

"Die." he said dryly.

"Right, that was a stupid question." I said frowning a bit.

"Oh well. Your smarter then I am. I gotta go, I have to wash up, I'm all sweaty." he said.

"Kay, I'll see you later. Bye!"

"Bye!" he said before turning into his back gate.