Trouble

Thanks so much for the reviews everybody :D They make it all worthwhile =] Will update soonish, and the next chapter will be more of Brooke and Ronnie as alot of you have been asking about that, so don't worry,
it's coming soon! Sophie x

After arriving at Walford High, Brooke took a glance at her timetable.

"Oh great, Science..." she thought to herself. Brooke wandered around the school looking for S4 – the room where her lesson was. After finally finding it 25 minutes after the lesson had started, she entered the classroom.

"And who are you, Miss?" Mr Thompson said sternly, not having a clue who this student was.

"Umm...Brooke. Brooke Mitchell" she replied.

"So would you care to tell me why you have walked into my lesson 25 minutes late, Brooke?"

"No, not really. I'm not a Sat-Nav you know, how do you expect me to know where your class was if I've never been here before?"

The whole class laughed at Brooke's answer. Apart from Mr Thompson, who was raging at the fact a pupil would even consider being so rude to him.

"IN MY 30 YEARS OF TEACHING I HAVE NEVER, EVER CAME ACROSS A STUDENT AS RUDE AND DISRESPECTFUL AS YOU YOUNG LADY!" He yelled.

"Well you better get used to it; times have changed since the Stone Age!" She shouted back. The classwere stunned, but they found it very entertaining. No one liked Mr Thompson; they just didn't have the guts to tell him.

"I'm not carrying on this pathetic conversation. You can come and see me after school today, but for now just go and sit down at the back and shut up" He replied, trying to calm his anger.

Brooke walked slowly to the back of the classroom, sitting in the only spare seat. Next to her was a boy with very short, very light blonde hair and a few dim freckles on his nose. She took a quick peep at his exercise book, reading his name. Jay. Jay Brown.

"You alright?" He whispered.

"Yeah, Fine. I can handle him"

"That's alright then. You new here?"

"Yeah, just moved"

"Where about you from then?"

"Chelsea, but now I live in Albert Square, Walford."

"Really? I aint seen you around, I live by there too."

Both teenagers smiled and giggled at each other, but their conversation was cut short by Mr Thompson giving them yet another lecture on unacceptable behaviour.

Two girls sitting near the front of the class were having a discussion on the school's new arrival.

"Who does she think she is...walking in here thinking she's some hard faced rich kid?" Lucy Beale whispered to Lauren, who was sitting next to her. The sound of irritation in her voice showed that Lucy didn't like the look of Brooke.

"What do you mean? She seemed alright. Well...she made me laugh anyway" Lauren replied, trying to concentrate on her work.

"What do you mean she's alright!? She's a Mitchell – Mitchell's are bad news!"

"Just give her a chance that's all I'm saying! She could be really nice!"

"Whatever, Lauren. She seems like a total bitch, and nothing will make me change my mind."

Lauren didn't reply. She didn't want to cause a fight right in the middle of Science. If Lucy didn't like Brooke then that doesn't mean she has to hate her either, does it? She kept her head down for the rest of the lesson and no more was said.

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It was the end of school and Brooke had just come out of her one hour detention with Mr Thompson. She made her way out of the school gates when her phone bleeped. It was Archie.

Where are you, you were meant to be home an hour ago!?!
Grandad.

She thought she better reply to his text. He did sound pretty worried, which was surprising. Since when did anyone care about her?

Forgot to tell you I was walking home today, got caught up. On my way...
B x

Brooke briskly walked home, not wanting to be any late than she already was. She was coming into Albert Square when she heard a voice coming from behind her.

"Oh, Poshie" she heard. Brooke didn't turn round though, she just ignored it and carried on walking.

"Where are you going, too scared? So you should be"

After that remark Brooke turned round to see a girl standing in front of her with short, straight, blonde hair.

"And you are..." she asked.

"Lucy – that's my name. Lucy Beale. Your worst nightmare"

Brooke laughed at the girl's response.

"Pfft...You, my worst nightmare? Right..."

"You better believe it. See, I don't like you Mitchell's. You think you're all lovely and everyone should bow down to you, but really, you're nothing special. Just a bunch of cowards..."

"Haha and you Beale's are so much braver and better than us...Ahh I'm so scared!" Brooke said sarcastically. She turned round and headed back to the Vic. This girl had wasted enough of her time.

"I'll show you something to be scared of!" Lucy shouted as she ran towards Brooke, grabbing hold of her long blonde pony tail and yanking it down. Brooke grabbed Lucy's leg and pulled her to the ground. The girl's were now doing everything in their power to hurt the other – pulling hair, slapping, kicking, hitting...

Ronnie heard the screams and shouts coming from the square, and looked out of her window to see what all the fuss was about. She took a peek and closed the curtain, "typical teenagers" she thought to herself, laughing. However, she stopped and realised who it was fighting out in the street, and sharply opened the curtains once again to have another glance.

Ronnie flew out of her flat and sprinted down the road to separate the two girls. She was closely followed by Archie, Roxy, Peggy and Ian who had also heard the noise.

"Lucy get inside NOW!" Ian said furiously as he grabbed his daughter by the arm.

"You too, Brooke! What are you playing at!?" Archie yelled as the others looked on.

"Dad...don't..." Ronnie interrupted trying to calm her father down.

"Not now Veronica..."

"Look this isn't going to solve anything. Just let me take care of it and I'll have a word. Trust me."

"I'm not sure..."

"Oh come on, Dad. I'll have her back by dinner, promise..." Ronnie pleaded with an innocent smile on her face, as if she was begging for a lolly as a little girl.

"Alright, alright..."

Brooke's face lit up. Yes she was in trouble. Yes it wasn't exactly going to be a happy, jolly talk. But it beat getting nagged at by her Grandad. Ronnie was the only person who she felt understood her. Ronnie turned back to her flat with her arm hanging over Brooke's shoulder, as the others returned to the Pub.