Thanks for reading this as it is my first shot at a fanfic :)

Sandra knocked on the office that she was told to try earlier. There was only one person in there.

"Hello can I help you?"

"I'm looking for a Miss Smith? Do you know where she is?"

"She'll be teaching so either in the changing rooms or in one of the halls or outside."

"Thanks" Sandra muttered thinking about how big the school was just to find one person and she didn't even know her way around. She was beginning to wish that she hadn't asked Gerry to go off with Alice. He would know where to look.

Sandra took a deep breath. She saw the doors opposite that she guessed were the changing rooms. She opened the female one and walked in.

The room was filled with girls, laughing, giggling and just messing around. Sandra edged round the room nervously, she remembered all the times as a kid she had been in rooms like this. She shivered and tried to shake the thought away. She hated schools.

Gathered in the corner were a bunch of adults in tracksuit bottoms and t-shirts, sitting on their laptops.

Sandra edged nervously up to them. Suddenly she felt like a little girl that was going to get told off for forgetting her kit, as she had done many times.

Be confident. She thought, for good measure she pulled out her ID at least she would have some authority over them, even though she only felt about two feet tall.

She started looking around the room, the once white walls seemed to have a slight yellow tint and two other wooden doors at the far side of the room. Her eyes started to wonder up towards the ceiling where some of the tiles appeared to be loose.

Sandra looked back towards the group of teachers. She felt slightly shaken as the came into the middle of the group.

"Detective superintendent Pullman do any of you know where Miss Smith is?"

A short brunette woman looked up from her laptop and spoke.

"I am, may I ask what you want?"

"Is there anywhere a little bit more private we can go?"

Sandra was keen to get out of the changing rooms and move the conversation somewhere, anywhere else.

Then one of the other teachers spoke up just as Sandra could feel herself starting to feel dizzy.

"Go, I'll take your class."

"Okay, Miss Pullman shall we go up and do this in my office?"

"After you."

Sandra let out a sigh of relief as she walked out of the changing rooms and back into the other wing.

They went back up the stairs in silence and walked up to an old wooden door, which Miss Smith then unlocked and walked in to. Sandra followed and sat down on a plastic chair that was facing the other chair, which Miss Smith had sat in.

"So Miss Pullman what do you want?" Her voice seemed to be a bit nervous, and Sandra realised that she must be just as afraid of the police as Sandra was of the PE teachers.

"Call me Sandra please, I'm here to ask you some questions about Izzy Davenport." Sandra began scanning the other woman's face looking for a flicker of emotion like the others. She didn't see anything. So she just pushed on with the questions. "Did you think that Izzy was happy in the weeks before her death?"

"Her happy?" She let out a laugh. "Yeah she was I mean she must have been because she wasn't bugging me about anything"

"So Miss Smith you didn't know for sure?"

"Call me Sophie please and if she was unhappy she would let everyone else know. That was how she dealt with the world, shove her problems on to everyone else."

Just then Sandra's phone beeped.

"Sorry need to take this." She saw it was Gerry calling her. "Hi Gerry, what have you got?"

"Right Gov in the month before her death all her A's and B's grades fell down to D's and E's, also a couple of years back she saw several people about depression, but she only did one or two sessions with each, not enough to be cured, so she might have had some depression."

"Right Gerry, thanks very useful. Wait there wasn't any mention of any mental health issues in the original investigation!"

"I know but her parents apparently wanted to be kept under the carpet as so to speak. So the original investigation never dove deep enough into her history to find out."

Sandra put the phone down without replying and returned it into the depths of her bag.

"So Sophie, wasn't it flagged up that all her grades were dropping?"

The blank look back was all Sandra needed to realise that this woman sat in front of her didn't really care that a life had been lost. A young life. The life of a child. She was fifteen, and she would have had so much to live for. Sandra felt a wave of anger and frustration ripple through her body.

"You know it's because of people like you who don't keep their eye on the ball that things get overlooked and people fall through the holes in the net. Why didn't you mention she had been seen for depression a few years previous?"

"That is no way to speak to me! I have a very hard job and I can't keep track of every single student in my year there are about 300 students I need to look after! Also I did know she was having problems but it wasn't till later after she had been forced to see the drop in nurse and a counsellor that I found out she had depression and by then she had left the counsellor after three sessions and point blank would not see the nurse after only two sessions. My god she had the police round here and everything, she was so stupid!"

"Sophie what do you mean she had the police round here? Before her death? After her death? When?"

"Miss Pullman I think I have been more than generous with my time and I have a class to teach, because I actually have a duty of care, unlike you waltzing around the place. I suggest you get out my office unless you want to be locked in."

Sandra stood up, grabbed her bag and walked out the office. She didn't stop, she saw some stairs opposite and walked down them. She didn't have a clue where she was going. Down the corridor she found an empty classroom.

Sandra hate schools and wished that she could leave now but she still had to try and find other people in connection with Izzy, they still weren't any the wiser about her death.

She went into the empty classroom and sat down on a desk and lean against the wall.

She wished she could just leave now. Maybe she could send Brian here instead of her but deep down she knew that she would get bored being in the office on here own all day.

No she though, you're here now. Sandra reached in her bag and pulled out her phone. She dialled a number she knew off by heart now.

"Gerry?"