Becca walked into the crumbling building with a gang of St Trinians following her. The head girl then flopped down on one of the sofas in the area in front of Beverley's desk. Brad, the boy who Becca arrived with, lifted her up and sat down with his arms wrapped around her. The two teenagers smiled lovingly to each other before Becca was distracted. Her Aunt Catherine only ever appeared when she needed Becca's help and that usually required extreme law breaking. Kelly didn't know about the favours Becca did for their Aunt and the youngest Jones wanted it to stay that way. If Kelly knew what Aunt Catherine and Becca got up to she would throw a fit,

"What are you thinking about?" Kelly said, interrupting Becca's thoughts,

"Something that has nothing to do with you," Becca answered,

"If it involves one of your stupid plans then it does involve me,"

"How does it?"

"I'm usually the one that makes sure you don't get arrested,"

"Again," Becca mumbled,

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Becca's phone then rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the caller ID, "Oh this can't be good," She mumbled before she broke away from Brad's arms and walked away, "Hello," The head girl answered,

"Becca!" A voice answered back, "How's my favourite niece?"

"I'm good," Becca replied, her voice hard and business like,

"Glad to hear it! I've been trying to get in touch with you but you didn't answer your phone so I rang Kelly,"

"I know, Kelly told me. About five minutes ago after I crashed a van into her new car," Becca smiled, the voice on the other end of the phone laughed,

"I'd watch your back, you know what Kelly's like when it comes to revenge. Now I need a favour,"

"What illegal thing am I doing this time Auntie?"

"The thing is, I'm retiring from the family business," Becca knew what the family business was code for, "And you're the successor,"

"You're kidding me. How the hell am I suppose to run the business, fight Pomfrey off, keep a relationship with Brad healthy and lead St Trinians?" Becca demanded,

"I don't know but you'll manage it, you are the one that your Grandpa chose before he died,"

"Grandpa chose Kelly," Becca said, her Aunt was slowly confusing her,

"Yes but Kelly isn't capable to do it anymore, it's her own fault. You should be happy, by inheriting the business you also inherit it's riches,"

"I thought you had to be 21?" Becca asked sceptically,

"Yes but, ah,"

"Come on Cat, spit it out," Becca smirked, she knew what her aunt was about to say,

"Your charming grandmother sacked me," Becca laughed, "It isn't funny!"

"You should've actually done the work then, how much you leaving with?"

"Not a lot," Catherine sighed, "I've sort of been disinherited so I'm going to see if Jane can give me a job at her school,"

"You getting a job at Abbey Mount is highly unlikely, you know Auntie Jane wouldn't risk the reputation of her school. You'll be better off asking Mum for a job,"

"Ah, if I wanted a job back in the business I'd have to ask you," Becca laughed again. She said her goodbyes and hung up the phone. With her usual casual smirk dancing on her soft lips, Becca walked smugly back to where her sister, friends and boyfriend were sat.

A few hours away from St Trinians in a building that stood tall in the centre of London, a group of men sat. Each man, but the leader, wore a hood over their bowed heads to hide there nervous expressions. The leader of the group sat at the head of the table, a furious scowl was spread across his arrogant face. His followers could see the anger that danced like fire in his eyes, that anger scared them more then the name St Trinians.

"Yet again you have let a bunch of," He wrinkled his nose in disgust "School girls," He spat out the two words as if they tasted foul, "Get the better of you,"

"She wouldn't have escaped if you had stopped her," A brave man spoke up, his voice was full of bitterness and resentment,

"You were the ones who fell at the hands of little empty headed women!" The kinsmen winced at the sudden loudness, "We needed that little bitch under our control!"

"We still have time. She doesn't gain control for another five years yet. We have time to get her again, Piers,"

"That's where you are wrong you foolish man," Piers said, his voice had calmed, "She will gain control to our biggest threat by the end of the week!" The man who had challenged Piers before snorted in mock amusement,

"They've been a threat since that bimbo took over,"

"Which is why they are removing her as leader and replacing her. The Scorpions will become feared once more. We must dispose of them immediately,"

"And what about Rebecca Jones?"

"We needed her to be bound to us by marriage but every kinsman who was present has destroyed that. Our new plan is to capture Jones and us her to gain control, we shall blackmail Kelly Jones into helping us. Little miss spy is our new target and we shall use Rebecca to get to her." Pomfrey smiled evilly as his kinsmen agreed.


Ahh, Becca's in trouble with Pomfrey again. She seems to have a habit of being Pomfrey's target. So where'd you think this story is going? What do you think about the start of the last chapter? Do you think Becca's gonna die or something? Ahh so many questions.

Well I should be doing corsework and I should be on a break from writing but neithers going well. Hopefully your reviews will go well (hint, hint) ...