Hey this is chapter 2 of my story...

This chapters a little longer than the last one so you can get into it more.. i hope! crosses fingers

Disclaimer: I do own these characters, they are my own creation. The story came from my own imagination and I have not copied any work of other authors or members of Fan Fiction..

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Chapter 2

Frankie woke up the next morning at the sound of capital fm as her alarm clock switched on. She had always hated those annoying alarms that bleeped to infinity and gave a person a headache before the school day had even started. She climbed out of bed and walked into her bathroom. The only advantage of her sister having left was that she'd inherited the en suite. She climbed into the shower and turned it on. As shy as Frankie was in general, in the shower she felt quite safe and knowing that her parents would have already left for work, she started to sing out loud her current favourite song.

After she had showered, dressed and dried her waist length black hair, Frankie went to the kitchen to eat her morning pop tart and glass of milk. She found a note on the side from her parents wishing her good luck for her first day back, reminding her to work hard and achieve good grades and also to not forget they were getting back late that evening, so she had to take Jessie for a walk. Jessie was their chocolate Labrador that Danni had bought for Frankie for her 13th birthday.

Frankie had never really had a big thing for dogs, and she'd always wondered if Danni had really bought Jessie just to piss of their parents who hated dogs. If that was the case however, she had failed because their parents fell in love with Jessie the moment they saw her. But that did not mean they ever helped out with her, and Frankie usually ended up having to walk her because her parents were hardly ever in. As a rule in the Love household you didn't talk about Danni, the black sheep, or the fact that they were never around. Both issues were sensitive, but not so much that they did anything about it.

Frankie sat and contemplated the day ahead of her. Usually on the first day back of term Trisha and her would spend break and lunch time walking around trying to talk to all the people that they hadn't seen since the last term before the summer. And just as usually their efforts were in vain, for many people told them where to go or simply ignored them. But over the summer maybe things had changed. And Frankie hoped it was for the better. Trisha and Frankie had never been on the popular side of things, no-one really tried to make friends with them, and they only half understood why. Unfortunately looks seemed be everything at their school and personality doesn't count for much.

Last year Frankie had been a plump, small, and not very curvy young girl. Trisha was not so plump but not thin either, with brunette hair which looked very dry a lot of the time. She was also not the prettiest girl at their school. But over the summer both girls had grown up a great deal. Both had slimmed out, become quite curvy and seemed to have rid themselves of their spots. Trisha's hair had been highlighted, and the dye seemed to be doing a good job of keeping her hair looking healthier. And Frankie had grown taller, and now had a pair of very nice, long and beautiful legs.

The pair of them had been greatly anticipating the New Year, and had decided that this year they would simply blend with the crowd not bothering to try and make new friends. After all they had gone 6 years without others; they could do it for another year.

Trisha also woke up that morning to the sound of the radio, but that sound was soon followed by Hermia screaming at Helen to get out of the bathroom, her mother screaming at Tom to get out of bed and Trent screaming at everyone to shut up so he could go back to bed.

Trent was 19 and had decided to go straight out into the world and get a job, but his plans changed when he was offered an apprenticeship at a law firm, which had been his dream. He however didn't start his apprenticeship for another week and was taking it easy until then.

Trisha jumped out of bed, ran down the hall and into the bathroom as Helen left, with protests from her little sister calling as she closed the door behind her. She showered quickly and was out and back in her bedroom before Hermia could start to insult her. She dressed and blow dried her hair, using the moisturising mousse that her hairdresser had given her and combed it out. This new style suited her well, the layers, the highlights and the feathering made her look older and more attractive. Over the summer she and Frankie had spent several days working out the best colours for themselves and how to apply make-up without looking over done. By the second week of the holiday they had perfected the art and decided to use it for their first day back, at least. Their school wasn't very strict on dress code and never bothered to get girls to remove their make-up or jewellery, so they didn't worry about getting into trouble.

Once Trisha was done she raced down the stairs to the kitchen to grab the last of the milk, and poured it into her cereal. Helen appeared soon after demanding to know who drank the last of the milk.

This was the daily routine in the Davis household and her favourite part of the day, until she met Frankie at the bus stop. Trisha checked her bag quickly to see if she had the basics for the first day back said goodbye to everyone and was out of the door 20minutes earlier than any other day in the year. As she had agreed with Frankie they would get the early bus into school so they could watch everyone else come in and remark on how they had changed.

At the bus stop Frankie was waiting for Trisha, and saw a familiar figure walk towards her, and it wasn't her. Ben Miller was their school 'hottie'. He was in the popular group at school, hung out with all the right people and never talked very much. Trisha and Frankie had always disliked the way he never talked to anyone like he was better than them and had no need to talk to people such as themselves. She turned her head and looked the other way down the road that Trisha would soon emerge from.

Ben was lost in his thoughts wondering how this year would pan out. Would the new teachers be nicer, would he make sure he got all his work in on time and how would the exams be? He looked up to see if the bus had come but it was only a car, but as he was about to look back at his feet to continue his thoughts, he caught a glimpse of someone beautiful sitting at the bus stop. She had deep black hair that looked long and silky, and she was tall and slim and wonderfully curvy. At first he wondered who this sight was, he registered the uniform, it was the same as his, and then looked more closely at the face. He saw Frankie just as he had always seen her, but this year she looked different. Her glasses where gone, he assumed replaced with contacts, her face seemed more predominate and feminine her cheek bones curved smoothly round her face and her lips were full and blushing pink.

A smile now spread across those lips and lit up her face, so her eyes so deeply brown glistened like freshly dropped dew on the grass. He turned his head to see what had caused her to smile, and had a strange wish that it had been him that made her smile. He saw a figure that too had grown more feminine and beautiful over the summer, that of Trisha Davis. Her hair was glossy against the dull day of September, her eyes were vividly green and her smile was radiant to match her friends. They embraced and began chatting and laughing, he quickened his pace so he could hear what they were saying and stood close by listening to them, still staring at his shoes.

'…Hermia was really screwing that I got there first, but I had to, had to make sure I got my make-up right this morning. Yours looks really good, that pinkie shade works really well on you babe.'

'Yea, and it matches my new bag too…' Her laugh was girlish but sweet and it made Ben smile. He looked up to see the make-up that Trisha had mentioned and saw it now; it was a light pink that highlighted Frankie's eyes perfectly.

'So didn't you wait up for Hermia, I mean it is her first day at our school, she might feel a bit alone.' She said sweetly.

'Hai… I offered but she said she was meeting her friend Mark and was getting the later bus.'

'Hey, you remembered to say Hai! Your learning!'

'Yea I know all your amazing tutelage. I called mum Oka-saan the other day which utterly confused her. I had to explain about you teaching me Japanese, I still think she was a bit confused.'

They laughed heartily and continued to talk about the day ahead and soon enough the bus came. They climbed on swiping their bus passes and found two seats near the back. The bus was quite full and Ben only had three choices of seat and so chose the one nearest the girls, in the row but one in front.

Trisha suddenly realised that Ben was near by and whispered eagerly, 'Hey isn't that Ben Miller? Why do you recon he got the early bus?'

'Yea, I saw him at the bus stop before you arrived. Don't know why he got this bus, maybe he planned to meet his friends early for the first day of term.'

'Hmm…oh well, so we'll miss their entrance, doesn't matter they are usually the boring ones anyway. Do you remember last year when Rick Kennedy came in and had purple hair! What a sight that was! Now that's an entrance!'

'Yea, he was going out with Claire then wasn't he...yea I remember because she turned up with green hair, trying to match him and got laughed at so badly she went crying into the toilets.'

'Of course you remember, you went in there after her and coaxed her out. Poor girl, they broke up after that didn't they? Wonder who this year's summer lover was.'

'Well he'll never do much better than Claire; she's such a sweet girl if not unfortunately unpopular. You know I always thought you and Rick would match but you'd probably just end up fighting as usual!'

'That's the only thing he's good for, a good argument! He gets so stressed and agitated! It's funny to watch his face turn the same colour as he's hair!'

The girls laughed and chatted on about people that had surrounded them for the past four years, and this final year.

Ben sat quietly two rows ahead listening intently. So it had been Frankie who had gotten Claire to come out of the toilets last year. He'd seen the whole scene, his friends laughing and set by their example others had joined in. Few didn't laugh but he, Frankie and Trisha and some other girls in their year had stayed silent. He was glad she had gone in and helped Claire, she was a nice girl and hadn't deserved that kind of treatment. Frankie was slowly gaining a greater respect in his mind that ever before. Previously he had granted her praise for being smart and kind, truthful, helpful and talented. But now he saw she was compassionate, and caring, loving and funny, cheerful and by Trisha's laughter a good friend and good company. Now he longed for her to be his company. He wouldn't have minded if Trisha was there too, just so long as he was included.

He wondered if this was all just an excuse to meet another pretty girl, doubted his own intentions. Truthfully if he hadn't seen how beautiful she was he might not have even paid any attention to her or her friend. But he could see she was more than beauty, more than a smile or a pair of legs. She was a lot more than that.

The bus rounded the corner which was the road of their school and all three got up to leave the bus. At the door they waited for the bus to slow, stop and the doors to open. The girls looked up at Ben and smiled lightly to be pleasant, but he smiled back brightly and said 'Hi'. They were rather taken aback but replied in the same manner so as not to be rude and exchanged glances of shock to one another. They climbed off the bus and walked toward the playground and found the bench on which they would spy their fellow year 11's.

Ben had come in for a particular reason that morning, so set off inside to find Mrs Bracken, the receptionist. She was sitting inside her little window smiling happily into the phone by her ear and when she registered Ben's presence hurried the caller along.

'Hello my dear, welcome back. What can I do for you my love?'

Mrs Bracken was a particularly lovely woman, who along with the other receptionist, Mrs Dusty, was a great someone you could utterly trust and depend upon.

'Hey Mrs Bracken, hope you had a nice holiday. I was wondering if I could have word about the new coach.'

'Thank you for asking I had a very good holiday, now the new coach you say. Well I've meet him of course nice fellow why do you ask?'

'Well I was wondering if he spoke to Coach Parker, about the football team do you know.'

'Well yes he did my love, and you're sure to be on it! You're our star player!'

'Yes about that, do you think there's anyway you could mention that I'm unreliable and untrustworthy and utterly irresponsible?'

'Now my dear I can only assume you don't want to be on the team for me to make up such lies! Is this the case?'

'Quick as ever to pick up the point Mrs Bracken. Yes, I want to focus on exams this year, but my father would go mad if I told him that so the only way I see out of it is if someone recommends against me. I can't let my grades slip.'

'Well now, Mr Miller this is shocking. But yes of course I'll speak to your tutor and advise her to express the same opinion. Don't you worry my love, you came to the right person ill make sure your not on the team. But we best keep this between ourselves.' She smiled happily at him.

'I knew I could trust you to help, thanks Mrs Bracken. Oh and one last thing, how soon can we put in votes for Student President, I have a nominee.'


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