Andrew held the front door open to let the kids in, glaring at them as they walked past.

"Go sit in the living room." Andrew demanded, his words barely heard above the sound of the front door slamming as he shut it. He leant against the wall, rubbing his eyes with his fingers, trying to compose himself before going to talk to his kids.

They had embarrassed him. Well in his eyes anyway. There was nothing Andrew hated more than being made to look a fool, and that was just what the kids had managed in one night. He slowly walked into the living room, looking over at the two teenagers. Charlotte was sat fiddling with her fingers on her lap, obviously nervous. She hated getting into trouble with Andrew, total Daddy's girl from day one. Jacob on the other hand sat with his arms crossed, his body slouched so much on the sofa that he looked in danger of falling off. He couldn't have looked less interested if he had tried.

"What were you playing at?" Andrew asked them both, sounding calm to them, but inside the anger was brewing.

"It weren't even a big deal.." Jacob claimed, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

"You know it was!" Andrew snapped, his face clearly vivid. Taking a deep breath, he stepped back slightly.

"Sorry Dad. Just wanted to have a laugh." Charlotte said, her voice quiet, quivering slightly.

"There's a reason I don't let you go to things like that."

"I know." Charlotte looked at the floor. Years of experience had taught her it was better just not to argue with her Dad, just accept what he was saying.

"Because?" Jacob obviously hasn't come to the same conclusion, though Charlotte never did understand why. If she had worked it out, surely her older brother must have. Or maybe winding Andrew up was just a new hobbie for Jacob.

"There's drink, drugs. I don't want you around that Jacob. Neither would your Mum."

Jacob quickly got up out of the chair and left the room, storming his way up to his room, slamming the door. Letting himself fall onto his bed he let out a big sigh, hearing Andrew thundering up the stairs after him.

"Just leave me alone!" Jacob yelled, before Andrew had even neared his bedroom.

Andrew ignore Jacob's request, opening his bedroom door without so much as a knock. He looked down at Jacob, rubbing his temple. "I don't know what to do with you Jacob. I really don't anymore."

Jacob looked away, not bearing to make eye contact with his Dad. Things had been stretched between them both since his Mum had died, although things were never perfect before that either. Winding his Dad up was just far too easy.

"You're grounded. One week. Same as Charlotte." Andrew spoke again, realising Jacob wasn't going to bother replying. He stood, waiting for the argument to come from Jacob, but it didn't. Taking the decision to let him cool down for a bit he quietly left the room, shutting the door behind him.

...

Jacob sat in his English lesson the next morning. His chin rested on his hand, a pen in his other, lightly doodling on the pages of his exercise book. A page that so far only contained the date, title and some pictures. His eyes wandered away, glancing out the window, not really watching anything in particular. He was just staring blankly. Then again anything was better than that lesson.

English. He really hated it. Really was more like his Mother there. Tom Clarkson wasn't his flavour of the month right now either. Hypocrite. That's all he saw him as now.

Jacob sighed, turning his attention back to the classroom. Everyone was looking at him. He really had zoned out.

"Back on planet Earth now Jake?" Tom asked, laughing slightly.

"Yeah." Jacob replied, his tone cold.

Tom frowned, ignoring Jacob's attitude. He decided to carry on teaching, keeping a close eye on the class, but no one more than Jacob.

...

Jacob packed his bag, relieved that another lesson of English had passed. He stood up, putting his jacket on and picking up his bag.

Tom stood at the front, holding open the door as the class left the room. He watched as the last pupil approached the door. Gently shutting it, he turned to them.

"Take a seat Jake, i want a word."

"And i want to go." Jacob carried on heading to the door.

"Hey. Don't make things worse. I only want a quick chat." Tom frowned, feeling slightly insulted.

"Well i don't want to talk to you." Jacob grabbed the door handle and flung the door open, leaving quickly, jogging off down the corridor.

Tom sighed, slowly walking to his desk. He normally got along with his pupils, he normally got along with Jacob. He really didn't understand what had happened.

...

Kim stood at the front of her classroom. It was weird thinking of it as hers again, but she was back. Back at Waterloo Road. Back where she belonged. She was excited. Eager and ready to go. She wanted to have her first lesson right now, but it wasn't long now.

She glanced at the clock. 10 minutes. 10 minutes and her year 7 class would be coming in. Kim expected to feel nervous, but now she was there she didn't.

She smiled as she saw pupils walking down the corridor, laughing with each other. One girl looked around. She knew her, Kim just couldn't put her finger on where she knew her from.

"Kim...?" Charlotte said, walking slowly into the room hardly believing her eyes. She even blinked a few times.

"Charlotte." Kim replied, remembering who it was. Andrew's daughter. Her ex's daughter. The love of her life's daughter.

This was going to be awkward.