A week later.

A Girl POV.

6:45am.
My phone lit up and stated playing Cheryl Cole 'Fight for this love'.

I groaned and started fumbling around for it.

I always keep it next to my pillow and books as it's easier to reach -and by that I mean turn off so I can go back to sleep.

It had only been quiet for a few seconds when my mum came bustling into my room, making a beeline for the curtains and ripping them apart.

"Come on, get up! I'm not having you rush out of here claiming about how late you are. You should know better then to stay up all night on that blood computer! I'm not going to tell you again, up!" and with that she left.

Swearing under my breath I sat up and was greeted by the cold air.

"Jesus Christ" I mumbled, "Oi, what about getting the heating on? It's freezing!" I shouted.

"Stop the bloody chatter and get ready for school! You'll be fine once you're dressed" was the reply.

I sighed and reached to plug in the electric heater, leaving a pair of tights and a shirt on top to warm up.

8:30am
I had gotten of the 81 bus and was walking towards the school gates.

I passed the main entrance which also served as a staff car park and out of no where out came a silver car.

It braked in time with a screech and let me cross.

My friend Cathy, kissed her teeth "People need to learn how to use there eyes"

I laughed, "Wonder whose car that is?"

"God knows, and honestly, don't care. Maybe the years 7's were caught smoking something other than fags this year" She replied with a smile

"Their year 8's now Hun, get with the times" I said, entering our school building.

8:40

"...idiot nearly hit me with their friggin' car!" I told my friend Yuki.

"Should have punched the damn glass! Scare them away from the school" she replied

Yuki wasn't her real name by the way. It was the name she chose for herself after there was a lot of confusion with her parents each calling her different names (they hated each others guts and would call her by the name that they each chose).

So while she went through this Japanese phase, Yuki was her name.

Seriously, even the teachers called her by this.

"What, and get myself hurt in the process and probably excluded? Naah, don't think so mate"

At that moment our form tutor (Ms Sinclair) came in.

Groups were separated as people went to their seats and electronics were put away.

"Right, guys, shut up for a sec-"

She was interrupted by our Head of Year, opening the door.

"Have you told them yet?" She asked

"No, was just about too. Or, do you..?"

"If you don't mind." She said stepping into the class

Almost automatically, everyone straightened up in their seats, subtly removed jewelery and –those with nail polish or fake nails- hid their hands.

"Morning class" Ms Stanley said.

She was our head of year.
Not the most favourite teacher but nor the most hated.

The only thing that abolished the clean cut image of her being a teacher was the tattoo around her wrist and some bits of jewelery randomly placed around her ears.

A lifeless reply of "Morning'" went round the class.

We knew she was going to be irritant and get us to say it again properly and it was right there on her face.

Although for once she did nothing.

Merely, gave us all a look that lasted a tad bit too long and then carried on

"Today, we have new arrivals with us. Now, I want you all to be on your best behaviour, and look after them. Show them around the school, help them out with lessons and the usual" she trailed off.

She walked to the door, opened it and called "You can come in".

All eyes focused on the door as a medium height blonde girl walked in.

She was medium built, pretty and looked pretty calm.

"I'll let you introduce yourself." Ms Stanley said as she nodded to my form tutor and walked out.

Yuki was next to me reading her book and muttered 'Betsuni tokubetsna'.

I punched her on the arm.

"What was that for!?" She exclaimed
"For speaking a language I couldn't understand" I replied
She looked at me and then kissed her teeth and went back to her book.

"Quiet, girls" Ms Sinclair snapped.

She looked over at the new girl, "Why don't you tell us something about you?" she said in a gentler tone of voice.

"Oh, um. Well, hi, my name's Lauren Bishop, me and my family just moved around the area few days ago. I'm actually here with my sister and brothers, that's Kerry, Kyle and James, but I don't know..."

I sighed.

This was just another Monday and she was another school girl.
Nothing special about the rest, nothing special about her, right?