Finally it was lunchtime and I headed outside, buying a quick bite to eat from the tuck shop on the way, I looked around for Hamish. Despite the fact that a whole load of people were trying to talk to me I ignored them all, none of them were as funny as Hamish.

I sat on a bench eating a sandwich. I pulled a face at the bread, it was disgusting. I threw it away, it could be dangerous to eat anymore of it.

I glanced over at the bench as a group of people approached him, they started shouting and I sprinted over, standing a little way back, watching for a minute. "Oi, what you lookin' at?" One of them shouted at him.

I shrank back slightly and looked around for someone, a teacher maybe but there seemed to be no one. What kind of rubbish school was this?

"I said, what you lookin' at?" The bully shouted again, stepping closer to Hamish. I took a slight step closer, ready to pounce on him and beat him senseless if he laid a finger on Hamish.

"I'm looking at a group of bafoons." I replied simply. Well, they asked me what I was looking at so I may as well tell them.

The bully pulled back his arm ready to punch Hamish and I darted forwards, "OI!" I yelled "Leave him alone. NOW." The bully laughed, "Now, why should I do that?" I chuckled, "'cause I'll beat you senseless if you don't." Pah, as if they'd believe me. "Ooh, I'm so scared," he said sarcastically, "This is none of your business so why don't you just run along and play with your barbies." I glared at him, "Say that again," I stepped forwards, "Go on, I dare you, go on. SAY IT AGAIN." "I told you to go play with your dollies and leave now and never come back." That was it. I jumped on him and punched him and punched him, over and over, just like my dads had taught me to. As soon as it became clear I'd win all of his cronies ran off and I stood up, wiping the blood from my hands, "As far as anyone needs to know, you ran into a wall." I said quietly, dangerously, "Now go." He jumped up and ran, as fast as his fat little legs could carry him and I plonked myself next to Hamish, "You alright Ham?"

I smiled, "Yeah, thanks. That was brilliant."

I laughed, "Nah, I could've done better…Seb would've been ashamed…." That was the truth, I could easily have killed him, Seb would have, I know he would.

"Seb? Is that your dad?"

"Yup." I nodded.

I got up to throw the rest of my lunch away except the crisps which I opened, "Want one?"

"Nah. 'm sorted." I pulled out my own packet of crisps, "Snap." I opened them up and ate a few, turning my nose up at the rest of them, "Ugh…D'you want them?"

"Sure, I've had to throw away the rest. Never eat anything out of our kitchen without having it tested to see if it's safe first."

"Is your dad some sorta scientist then?" I asked, handing him the crisps.

"Not really. Sometimes he needs to do experiments but most of the time he just does experiments if he gets bored much to the disappointment of John." I chuckled.

I smiled, "Sounds like my dad, he does experiments too, they usually involve blowing things up though…" I said thoughtfully, "Usually Seb's wardrobe actually…."

I laughed, "Mrs Hudson hates it when he blows things up but nothing changes when she complains, even if John listens."

I laughed, "'hoos Mrs 'udson?"

"She calls herself our landlady but she is more of a housekeeper no matter how much she says she isn't."

"Blimey, you must be posh?" I paused, "Actually, scrap that, dad tends to have people clean for him…And do everything else…But they're more like…uhm….servants…"

"My Uncle is the most posh person I know. We just live in a messy flat… A very messy flat…"

She laughed, "Our house is fairly messy, 'specially when Jim's in one of 'is moods."

"If dad gets bored you have to take cover. If he sulks you have to give him something to do."

"If Seb gets bored 'e'll just shoot someone, or teach me 'ow to shoot or fight or wha'ver…"

"Interesting… Mind you I can hardly talk."

I laughed "Does your dad teach you things too then?"

"Yes. For example, how to deduce people."

"Deduce?"

"What I did earlier on you, before that teacher came."

"Oh, I see. It's awesome, I think Jim might do that sometimes…Seb said 'e can tell if 'e's been with someone else, or if I've been with anyone… Our dads don't seem that different…."

"John can't deduce people, he sounds like Seb… Except he wouldn't shoot someone unless it was absolutely necessary."

"I probably shouldn't be tellin' ya this, but it's Seb's job to kill people… But don't say anythin' to anyone, or you'll be next on 'is list and I wouldn't really like that…"

"Understood." I chuckled.

As the bell rang, I said, "What've you got next?"

"English, I think."

"Me too, 'hoo've you got it with, I've got Mr Evergreen."

"Same."

"C'mon then." I stood up and offered him my hand.

I took her hand and let her pull me up. "Thanks."