I've changed the rating to M due to some of the themes featured in the story...
And when I said Michelle had been seing Dean since September I actually meant March so the story is set at the start of the school year in September, I think that's it...
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Detention

Carla walked into the classroom, to see Mr Barlow sitting st the desk, brilliant, her new teacher doing her detention on the first day back at school, great! She walked over to one of the desks and sat down, slinging her cheap bag under the desk.

Peter watched Carla as she sat down, "So, half an hour off Mrs Gilroy, not a brilliant start to the school year." He said.

"Not my fault." Carla sighed.

"According to Mrs Gilroy you were half an hour late, talked to her very rudely and kept arguing with her throughout the whole lesson, and you should be grateful you only got half an hour." Peter said, repeating what he had been told by the old English teacher.

Carla scoffed, "I was ten minutes late, only because I was stopping my idiotic brother bunking off school, and she just randomly accuses me of being rude to her, so of course I'm going to argue, and that was only for thirty seconds before she threatened me with an hours detention. Ask anyone in that class and they will tell you the same thing."

"All right, so why did Mrs Gilroy do all these things?" Peter asked.

"Coz she hates me, always has done since the first time I met her, she took one look at me and hated me, the old cow." Carla muttered.

"So, what happened the first time you met her?" Peter asked, he knew if he was ever going to work out what was wrong with Carla, he was going to have to get her to trust him.

Carla looked at him, "No offence, but why do you wanna know all this?" Carla asked.

"I'm just interested, that's all, so what happened?" Peter replied.

Carla sighed, "I was in year 9 when I first had her, I had english first and was late because Rob was refusing to get up and I had to get him into school."

"Rob?" Peter asked.

"My little brother," Carla sighed, "He's in year 9 now."

"Why did you have to get him up, what abpout your parents?" Peter asked.

He noted Carla's expression flicker before returning to her usual scowl, "They had to go out early for a job." Carla lied.

"Anyway, what happened next?" Peter asked.

"Well, I'm fifteen minutes late, I apologise, and then, later in the lesson she asks me a question that she had talked about when I wasn't there, so I was obviously going to get it wrong." Carla said.

"And then?" Peter prompted.

"She had also said if whoever she asked got the question wrong we would get detention." Carla sighed.

"So, did you get detention?" Peter asked.

"Well, yeah, after I called her an old cow who smells like she's just come out of a pigs arse." Carla said, smiling at the memory of Mrs Gilroy's face.

Peter had to supress a chuckle, "I'm sure that didn't give you any brownie points!"

"Well, yeah, and she's hated me ever since, she always picks on me, gives me detntion at every oppurtunity and she gives me low grades however good the work is!" Carla exclaimed.

"How do you know?" Peter asked.

"Well, I was always getting really low grades, D's and E's, I still am but thats not the point. Michelle was getting A's and B's so one time Michelle gave in a piece of my work I gave in a piece of her work." Carla said.

"And when you got the marks, the work that Michelle did had a low grade and the piece that you did had a higher grade." Peter finished.

"Exactly." Carla said.

"You know you could get her fired." Peter pointed out.

"Yeah but-Wait a minute. You're a teacher, you're on her side." Carla said.

"Just coz I'm a teacher, does not mean I'm on her side." Peter sighed.

"Yeah, but you are aren't you, I've just been here bitching about her and you're gonna skip off and tell her exactly what I've just been saying!" Carla exclaimed, jumping up and going to grab her bag.

"Carla, wait!" Peter exclaimed, grabbing hold of her arm. He hadn't meant to, it had just felt like the right thing to do. He let go as soon as he realised what he was doing.

"Look, I'm sorry." Peter said, half expecting Carla to make a run for the door, but surprisingly, she sat back down.

"It don't matter." Carla mumbled.

"Anyway," Peter said, trying to forget about what he had just done, it was only grabbing her arm, but it felt like much more than that and he didn't know why, "Why don't you report her?"

"There's not much point is there, no one's gonna believe me over her." Carla sighed.

"I do." Peter pointed out.

"Yeah, but you've only just started, no one's gonna believe you over her either, I'll have just lied to you and you, being as young and inexpeirienced as you are, fell for it hook, line and sinker, that's what they'll say." Carla sighed.

"They might not, and anyway they did Miss said she would-" Carla suddenly stopped talking, she had said too much already.

"Miss said she would do what?" Peter asked, what did Mrs Gilroy say?

"It doesn't matter." Carla said, she could feel her temper start to rise, caused quite a lot by the worry that she had said way too much.

"Well it does." Peter said.

Carla decided to totally change the subject, "Look, do I have to do the rest of this detention or not?" She asked.

"Don't change the subject Carla, what did Miss say?" Peter asked.

"It doesn't matter!" Carla yelled, jumping up and pushing the chair over, she grabbed her hand and made her way to the door.

"Carla-" Peter started.

"No, it doesn't matter, all right? As far as I'm concerned that conversation never happened, you should just forget about it too." Carla said, slamming the door and storming outside. She was too wound up to stay at school, she knew of she did she would end up blowing up and getting into a whole lot mroe trouble.

She walked out of the gates and walked the streets for a bit, feeling quite self conscious of her short skirt, which she knew was getting stared at by the local junkies that littered the streets around here.

She sped up a bit, but felt her heart drop as she saw a swanky sports car roll around the corner. It was the only car like that round here so it was obviously going to be him driving.

As the sports car rolled to a stop beside her ahe took a deep breath, preparing herself for what was coming next, becuase she knew what it was, it was always going to be that, whatever she did wrong, whatever punishment she deserved, if she deserved it. It was always the same, it was always going to be that, and there was no way she could stop it from happening.

She considered making a run for it but it was too late as she saw the window roll down and Frank sitting at the wheel.

"Get in the car, now!"

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