Author's Note: Short chapter here but the next is longer, I promise. Send in a word if you like or have any consructive-critisism.

This is my first St Trinian fic after all and you ahve any ideas about how to improve those characters, I appreciate any advice.

Ta.

Chapter 6

Day 3; 'Secret' Diaries

'The electronic heart of the school was pumping again, and

the scent had been relocated. The hunt was on.'

Kelly played it cool as she entered the dorm the morning after the cyber battle. What was that? Head Girl? Nope, haven't heard about that. She didn't know anything, nothing, zilch, about who this Head Girl was. There were already plans in mind for how to reveal her new role to everyone, but she wasn't bound by them. Plans go awfully astray when the girls of St Trinian's are involved.

Monitor after monitor were crammed into every available space of the Geek's domain. Aces dominated them. Kelly knew they had been monitoring her, but maybe this was a little too much for just another new girl. Fair enough, Ace was different, however that didn't mean that the Geeks needed to go to this much trouble to keep an eye on her.

On all the screens but one were pieces of footage on a loop. The current Ace was walking through the school holding a pretty snazzy laptop (Apart from all that graffiti and St Trinian tribe marks all over it), and looked rather confused. The cyber battle must have showed up on her computer too. The laptop was certain to be the next target for the Geeks, if they hadn't already gotten into it already.

"What's been going on in here?" Kelly asked with an annoyed tone. Her presence was swiftly noted and a few heads turned, two of them were Alex and Becca.

"Well..." one girl tried to explain, but Kelly raised a hand.

"You know what, forget I asked. What I do want to know is what you've got."

Both Becca and Alex looked away, so the other girl continued, "We searched through government records. Nothing."

Becca chose this moment to interrupt, "Yeah, except Alex found something."

Half the dorm snorted a little with laughter, and Alex looked down, ashamed. This confused Kelly. If they had been some success, why were they laughing? And why was Alex acting oddly?

"Am I missing something here?" Kelly demanded, determined to get to the bottom of this.

"The record was old," Polly explained, having just arrived via a different entrance. "November 5th, 1986, a liquid Nitroglycerin explosive was set off at a high school; Greenford High; nearby Perivale by a young female student. It's the only lead we've got."

Becca was quick to rub in the fact to Alex. "Nineteen- eighty- six. Twenty-one years ago. And Alex," both girls glared at each other, "thought it might be related to the new girl."

Kelly ignored the mocking looks they shot at Alex. "Couldn't it? Is Ace that girl's daughter?" she asked.

They all stared blankly at her. Ah, thought Kelly. After finding out this information and the fight breaking out, this idea had been lost somewhere in between.

Polly finished some calculations in her head. "She could be. This student would be about 33 now. How old do you think Ace is?"

Kelly pondered that for a second. Ace looked young, but her eyes were much older than the rest of her. Question was could she be as old as Kelly? No, she decided. Ace had to be a tiny bit younger.

"About 16," Kelly offered. "Maybe 17."

Polly nodded. "She would have been born in 1990. Her mother would have to have had her when she was sixteen, or slightly older as we don't have a definite age. It is possible though."

Kelly clapped her hands together twice, startling the others. "Right! Now we're getting somewhere. Start looking."

Tasks were quickly distributed among the Geeks; look up birth records in 1990, steal Ace's enrolment form from Beverly (who had gotten to the whisky again last night, which would make obtaining the file very easy), find out more about the student in 1986 through school and the Criminal and Police Records that were mentioned in the file. A patrol schedule was arranged in case the subject of their investigation came upstairs. The dorm suddenly burst to life with excitement. The electronic heart of the school was pumping again, and the scent had been relocated. The hunt was on.

Yet one did not become as absorbed into the thirst for knowledge, but sat there, looking at Internet page after Internet page without really seeing them. A hidden resentment was boiling, and bubbles were starting to form. Elsewhere on school grounds, someone else shared this hatred. Hatred masked from view, hatred that needed channelling was blocked and unable to escape. Soon though, this feeling would burst free, howling in victory and running rampart through the school, and no one and nothing save a fellow huntress of the night could have any hope standing in its way and surviving.

The thing about classes at St Trinian's was that you went to whatever classes you felt like. So if you hated Maths, don't go. Even the atmosphere in the classes was different. More relaxed and laid back. Less pressure to do work, more chances to enjoy what you were doing.

You could do pretty much whatever you like too. Focus on what you enjoyed doing. For some students it was Art, (Quite a few judging by the numerous paintings) or Music, (a bit neglected at the moment). For Ace it was chemistry. If there was one thing she wished she had stuck around to learn, it was her O levels. Not for the grade and marks or whatever (Ace couldn't care less), but as she got better at it, she could improve her Nitro 9.

The timing device needed fine tuning. Losing her latest prototype hurt. She had been getting somewhere with it too. Despite this, she later struck gold. She found the science storeroom from heaven (Or hell, depending on your view on dangerous chemical reactions) and she quickly recovered. There were enough Nitro ingredients to blow the whole school sky high and hurl bits of it across the vast school grounds like ash. There was a distinct lack of potassium however.

First things first Ace, she thought to herself. Fix the timer.

When she entered the chemistry lab for her first 'lesson', she already had some Nitro equipment in her bag. No one looked up at her as she walked past and found some empty bench space. Not even the teacher, a guy, (They let guys teach at all girl boarding schools?) blinked when she pulled out the timer she was building. No one bothered her. The First Years behind her were unusually quiet. She didn't know them, but the room was so quiet that it was like the whole room was empty.

There were some interesting stuff going on, Ace noted from the reflection of the glass objects all around the room. Some odd kind of piping rollercoaster was propelling some kind of clear liquid across the room into a few beakers. Two of the tubes lead down to the ground for some reason. A few Emos were stirring some kind of substance over a Bunsen Burner. Ace didn't know what to think of their overly obsessed smiles plastered to their faces. Still, at least they were happy unlike before.

She made no progress with creating a new timer. Very little of the tools and equipment she used were familiar to her. They had the same names, but they worked differently, and this frustrated her. She was going to be Nitro-less for a long time unless she figured this out soon.

Meanwhile, in the dorm, the Geeks had taken over Ace's computer. They had to turn it on remotely as it had been off, but it was mostly empty. There was very little Internet history and no e-mail or personal networking user accounts (Unheard of in the present day). The computer had to be brand new, but it was "so last year" in computer compatibilities. It didn't even have any anti-virus software or anything on it.

There were only twenty three files on the computer. Twenty music files, that was standard and came with the computer, and three word documents. The first was practically empty, with only five words; 'Day 1 at St Trinian's.' If this had been planned to be a diary, Ace hadn't updated it yet. The second was a copy of the cyber battle that occurred earlier. Alex and Becca pretended not to notice.

The third was longer and was the greatest success of the hacking.

'I've been warned that there are some really skilled people that can 'hack' ("gain unauthorized access to data in a system") into other people's computers by getting through passwords and things to see what's on them,' the document read. 'This means they could probably open anything saved to this computer. I've been told not to worry, because they probably won't.' The irony did not escape the Geeks humour. 'Nothing interesting is on here anyway. What dark hidden secrets would I have the stupidity to write or type down? I've got more sense than that.'

The Geeks sighed sadly for there wasn't anything else. So much for that idea.