Ok just to clear some stuff up for you all! Yes, I'm setting it all in England because it's just easier for me, and the football I'm talking about is soccer, yeah. And yup, we got some new people coming in this chapter! Thanks for the reviews they were GREAT!

Liam threw his bag onto the table and grinned at his little sister Drusilla. She beamed up at him, always adoring her big brother.

"Guess what Dru?" Liam asked her as he helped himself to some food from the fridge. "There's a new girl at school who can play football!"

Dru hid behind her doll and giggled. She was only two so she didn't really understand everything he was saying, but that didn't stop Liam talking to her.

"Her name's Buffy, it's a real weird name." He paused. "Course, not as weird as Drusilla."

Dru beamed, recognising her own name, and blurted loudly, "Liam!"

He picked her up with a smile. "Yeah! I'm Liam and you're Drusilla!"

"Liam Drus'la!" she shouted again. Liam yawned loudly and made Dru giggle once more. He carried her into the front room where he dropped her on the sofa and switched on the tv, lying on the floor in front of it.

"Lee, honey, don't sit so close, you'll get square eyes," his mum, Kathy, said as she walked past into the kitchen.

Liam frowned. He'd never really understood how you could get square eyes. And anyway, how did they know you got square eyes from the tv? It's not like there were people walking around with square eyes everywhere. Finally he decided it was just something adults made up, but moved away anyway, just in case. Dru came and curled in his lap and he stroked her dark hair gently. Technically she wasn't really his sister. Both of them had been adopted, because Kathy was infertile and couldn't have children. Liam's birth parents had been killed when he was Dru's age, so he couldn't remember them, and Drusilla's mum was only about fifteen, so she couldn't and didn't want to raise a kid.

Kathy poked her head round the door once more. "Lee? Glory next door is bringing Fred round and Ripper's coming over to baby-sit you guys."

Liam groaned. Ripper was ok, but Fred was just really annoying. "But she doesn't wanna do anything, mum! She just sits there and smiles at anything you say! Plus she talks weird."

Kathy laughed. "Fred's lovely! And what makes you think she talks weird?"

"She says her words differently, like she's foreign or something."

Again, Kathy laughed. "She's from Newcastle, Lee, she's got a Geordie accent."

"A what?"

"An accent." Kathy rolled her eyes and went back into the kitchen. "Anyway, she's coming round later, so be nice. Don't worry, she'll only be here for a couple of hours. Glory and I are going for a girlie evening at the spa. Fred's Dad'll come to collect her before nine, and I'll be back by ten at the latest," she called.

"Where's Dad?"

"Staying in London for the night. He'll be back tomorrow."

Liam watched the tv for a while before he went into the kitchen to have some dinner. "If Ripper's coming, can Spike sleep over?"

Kathy frowned. "Hmm… You'll keep each other awake all night Liam. I don't think it's a good idea."

"Aw! Mum!"

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Doyle toyed with the food on his plate. Fish fingers, again. Doyle hated fish fingers. There were seven other kids living in the home with him, and all of them loved fish fingers. Most of them were younger than him, although Jenny was a year older and Kate and Riley were the same age. Jenny, Riley and Kate, like most of the kids at the home, went to the junior school in Hensford, St Helen's, but by the time his parents messed up and social services took him away, he'd already been enrolled at Hensford primary, which was where he stayed.

"Good day Francis?" Riley sneered at him and Doyle ignored him. "Oi! Francis, I'm talking to you, Francis!"

"It's Doyle!" He snapped, irritated, across the table.

"Francis Doyle, can't forget that bit can we?" Riley said, to plenty of laughs from the younger kids. Riley was only two months older than Doyle, but he was a lot bigger and stronger.

"Leave him alone!" Jenny said, and Riley rolled his eyes, which made them laugh some more.

"Shut up, geek," Riley said, and Doyle, who had a minor crush on the older girl scraped his chair back and stood up.

"You shut up, okay?"

Riley laughed. "Ooh, you gonna hit me Francis?" Everyone laughed again, and Doyle felt his temper boiling. He picked up his fork and hurled it across the table. It struck Riley in the chin and scraped three parallel lines across his jaw, two of which started to bleed. Riley stopped laughing and stared at Doyle in disbelief. The he got up and moved round the table and punched Doyle in the face. Doyle was about to hit him back when a firm hand seized his shoulder and lead him away. He was in trouble now. Damn.

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Fred was small and quiet and Liam stared at her while their mums had a cup of coffee waiting for Ripper to arrive. Eventually he spoke to her.

"My mum said you've got a Georgie accent. Who's Georgie?"

Fred laughed. "You've got an accent too, you know."

"Have not."

"You have."

Liam turned his back on her with a scowl and switched on the TV. He watched it for a while, flicking through the channels, when Fred spoke again.

"Can we play a game?"

"No."

"Please? What about your PlayStation."

Liam paused. Generally speaking, girls aren't any good on the PS2, but Buffy had surprised them all at school today so maybe… "Alright. Can you play?"

Fred grinned. "Naturally. What've you got?"

He went through his games, trying to be nice and pick one that wasn't too boyish. "Rayman M? It's a few years old but it's an easy enough racing game."

Fred shrugged. "Yeah." She picked it up pretty quickly and Liam found he was actually having a lot of fun. Even when Ripper arrived, he continued playing until Fred had enough. She disappeared upstairs somewhere and Liam spun round to face Ripper.

"What do you think of her?"

Ripper shrugged. "Alright. From Newcastle right?"

"I think so. She's a Georgie."

Ripper laughed but didn't correct him. "Spike's got a girlfriend," he grinned. "You know who she is?"

Liam's eyes bulged. After the pact the two of them made that they would never ever have a girlfriend. "Who?!"

"Some girl that's just moved to our village. Buffy someone. He's been out with her since they got back from school. He says they're playing football!" Ripper laughed again as if the very idea were stupid.

Liam paused, wondering weather to let Ripper know that Buffy did actually play football. He decided he couldn't be bothered. "What's on the tv?"

Ripper turned it on and Little Britain filled the screen. They watched for a while although Liam didn't understand some of the things that Ripper found funny. When it came to the bit with the Prime minister and the American President, Liam decided then and there that he wanted to be the Prime minister. He told Ripper this, and yet again, Ripper laughed.

"No Lee, you have to be rich and smart to be the Prime minister. You need parents with enough money to send you to a posh private school."

Liam had heard stories about these private schools. "Like, with huge swimming pools and green lawns where they play polo on horses and stuff?"

"Yeah. And they let you cheat in all your exams so that you're getting fantastic grades that reflect how good the school is, and if you say one word about not liking it there they lock you in a cupboard until you agree to say that the school is the best school in the country and everyone should pay huge amounts of money to send their kids there." Ripper was having fun making all this stuff up. He was having trouble to stop himself from laughing at Liam's face. He knew that the next day at school, Liam would be shocking everyone in the playground with tales of how there are schools that force you to pretend everything is wonderful but really they hit you if you get a single question wrong and the teachers are nasty and cruel.

Poor kids. Poor, gullible little kids.

I apologise if I offended anyone who attends a private school. This was not my opinion on private schools, it was Ripper and Liam's. Personally I wish I had enough money to go there but my family is skint. Or if I offended any Geordies. I love your accents, that's why I had to put it in there. Little Britain – if you've never seen it, watch it. I don't know if you have it in America but basically it takes the piss out of British people. It's funny. I'm so sorry it took so long to update.