Its Here! Chapter five is here! And it's the longest chapter yet. I'm not going to chatter for too long, so thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story, added it as a favourite or added to their alerts. So, yet again, I do not own St Trinian's or any of the characters in this story. I hope you enjoy!

Throughout the rooms and corridors of St Trinian's only one voice could be heard, the voice of Kelly Jones echoed throughout the school in her fury. The girls had never seen Kelly loose her temper like this, it was one of the things Kelly was so unnaturally good at, keeping a level head, her patience and emotions under check. The first years used to try and provoke her, get her angry, make her loose her temper. There were bets on what it took and who would manage it but now the younger students were sat on their beds, huddled in pairs or three's listening to the raging voice of Kelly Jones, Head Girl, push into the room via the open door. The older students and sixth form were either comforting the first years or crowded around the door to listen better, not that everyone couldn't hear perfectly already. Annabelle Fritton, the new kid, the reborn St Trinian, had finally succeeded where all others had failed. Kelly Jones had finally snapped.

Kelly was stood outside her room. Rattling the door handle and thumping her fist against the wood, she screamed until her lungs were sore, shouting anything and everything that came to mind. Annabelle was stood on the other side, phone in hand, eyes closed, she listened to the head girl release her anger and was instantly reminded of Cheltnem. She remembered it clearly. Annabelle had locked herself into a store cupboard in a desperate attempt to get away from Verity. The door shook at every thump of fists that hit it. Taunting yells carrying through the wood; snide remarks and angry insults that could not be blocked out. It was exactly the same. Except, this time, Annabelle had provoked the angry attack, she had declared war on the head girl with her defiant act and now there was going to be hell to pay. Barley audible over the voice of the head girl, another voice had appeared on the other side of the door. Polly's voice could be heard between the shouts. Annabelle walked closer to the door and lent her head in to listen, yet she didn't quite touch the door itself, for fear the thumping of Kelly's fists, which had abruptly stopped, would start up again.

"Kelly, it's late, the younger girls are scared, there's nothing that can be done tonight. Just leave her to calm down; I'm sure by morning she will be ready to talk."

"Well I don't want to talk, I want to drag her out and bury her alive." With every word Kelly's voice got louder, emphasising every syllable, making her threat clear.

"Kelly, don't make me get Tania and Tara down here. I have told them that if I don't succeed they have permission to use any means necessary to get you upstairs. And no one wants that to happen."

"Fine." Kelly turned towards the door and spoke to the girl she knew was standing just on the other side of the wood. "But don't think you can just hijack my room and get away with it Fritton." And with her last word she turned and stomped away, the sound of her heels getting quieter gave Annabelle the distance she needed.

For the second time that evening Annabelle was stumped, not too sure what to do next. She made her way over to Kelly's wardrobe, placing her phone on the floor, she rummaged around in the bottom, smiling when her hand contacted with glass. First she pulled out a bottle of white wine, 'nice, but not really what I need.' on the second attempt her reward was golden, Smirnoff vodka. Not being able to locate any mixers she shrugged and took mouthfuls from the bottle, screwing up her face at the taste but swallowing none the less.

In the dorm, Polly had thrown Kelly a pair of pyjamas, and indicated to Annabelle's abandoned bed. Kelly was so used to her double bed by now that the small single bed looked positively tiny. Sighing, she quickly changed and turned to look round the dorm. Everyone was avoiding her gaze, she felt disgraced and pitied. Sighing again she called out to the room.

"Lights out now!"

One of the chav's near the light switch flicked them off and Kelly got into Annabelle's bed. She could smell the younger girl on the pillow, the scent that usually calmed her down and made her smile now made her chest burn with anger and betrayal. She faintly wondered if this was how Annabelle had felt at what she had done but pushed the thought from her mind. She turned over onto her side and her eyes were met with a photo on the bed side table. Her and Annabelle. Together. It had been the day after Annabelle's makeover; they were sat on the field, just talking, when a first year had run up to them and asked for a photo. Naturally Kelly had asked what the photo was for. Prospectus, the girl had replied, the New Year prospectus. So Annabelle had snaked an arm round Kelly's waist, pulling her closer for the photo, while Kelly's arm rested on the younger girls shoulders, they both looked at the camera and smiled. Annabelle had managed to get two copies off her aunt and framed them, giving one to Kelly. Kelly's, just like Annabelle's was sat on her bedside table. Their friendship captured and stored in a frame. Kelly quietly reached out and turned the photo face down.

Annabelle was passed out on Kelly's bed; the empty bottle of Smirnoff abandoned on the bedroom floor somewhere, spread out diagonally across the bed the girl was silent in her drunken slumber, her fingertips still clinging to the framed photo she had been looking at just moments before.

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Annabelle awoke to a throbbing pain in her head and a rumbling in her stomach. Having skipped dinner the night before she was hungry, but on the other hand, having consumed the entire bottle of vodka, the thought of food made her gag. Clutching her head she slid off the bed and crawled over to the wardrobe, where she picked up her phone and sat with her back against the wooden frame. '7am. who would be awake at 7am?' scrolling through her contacts she debated calling Andrea when her phone flashed with an incoming call. Polly.

"Hello?"

"Hey Annabelle, open the door. Don't worry, Kelly is still asleep."

"Ok... One sec." she hung up and dropped her phone to the floor, needing both hands on the wardrobe to help hoist herself up into a standing position.

She stumbled over to the door, leaning on anything that could hold her weight to help her get across the room. Undoing the bolt she opened the door to reveal an already dressed Polly on the other side, Tania and Tara standing either side of her. The three filed into the room and dumped the contents of their arms onto the bed while Annabelle closed and locked the door once more.

"Annabelle, I would appreciate it if you didn't go through my drawers in future, no matter how much you want to piss Kelly off." Polly's voice was stern but she was smiling all the same. "Right, we have a change of clothes for you, we also have some croissants and biscuits in case your hungry."

"Haven't got any pain killers have you?" the question was more of a joke but Polly pulled out a packet of ibuprofen from her pocket and handed it to the younger girl with a small smile.

"I thought you might hit Kelly's stash, no harm done though right?"

"Well I don't know, I feel like someone has wacked me round the head with a hockey stick."

She popped two of the pills out the packet and picked up the bottle of water the twin had dropped on the bed. Downing the tablets with water, she carried on drinking, the water rehydrating her dried out throat, clearing some of the fog from her head. Once finished she dropped the empty bottle back onto the bed and smiled down at the twins.

"Hey girls, did you sleep alright?" Tania and Tara each wrapped their arms round Annabelle's waist giving her a tight hug.

"Yes Annabelle." They answered the question together, as always, in perfect unison. The twins weren't sure whose team they were on. They knew what had happened, by now the entire school knew, and they agreed that Annabelle should not have done what she did, but that also thought Kelly was out of order. The rest of the first years had specific instructions from them not to attack or prank Annabelle if Kelly asked them to, having decided that because they were both in the wrong; neither could use them as a weapon, no matter how much they liked to cause mayhem. Proud of their 'grown up' thinking the girls just resorted to helping each girl with what they needed, bringing Annabelle clothes from the dorm and retrieving Kelly's clothes in the process.

Polly went through Kelly's drawers, picking out underwear, a shirt, skirt, stockings and gathering her makeup from the dressing table. Annabelle watched with some amusement and noticed that the girls had brought everything she needed too. Smiling at the thoughtfulness of it, Annabelle proceeded to tidy up a bit, picking up the empty water bottle off the bed and Smirnoff bottle off the floor she chucked them in the bin. Replaced the photo on the bed side table and picked up her phone off the floor, throwing it onto the bed. Once the girls had gotten everything they needed, including Kelly's phone, toothbrush and jewellery, they moved towards the door.

"If this isn't resolved by lunch then someone will be back with food, probably Andrea, she was worried about you, but please try and talk things through with her. Okay?"

"We'll see…" and giving Polly a quick hug and kissing each of the twins on the top of their head, Annabelle unbolted the door and opened it, watching them walk back down the corridor towards the stairs to the dorms. Smiling softly she once again closed and bolted the door. Deciding to take a shower she stepped into Kelly's en suite bathroom. Stripping out of her clothes, she turned the water on and stepped into the scalding heat, allowing her body to relax under the flow of water.

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Kelly awoke to the light prodding of Polly, for a moment she wondered why the head geek was in her room without permission but all too quickly the events of the previous night came flooding back to her and she let out a quiet groan.

"Kelly I have your stuff. Sit up."

The head girl propped herself up on her elbows as Polly dumped a pile of clothes onto her, quickly followed by Tania placing the makeup on top of the clothes and Tara dropping the phone, toothbrush and jewellery next to them. Kelly's mind quickly putting two and two together she sat up properly and looked at the three girls.

"She let you in?"

"Yeah. Just dropping some stuff off and picking some stuff up. We thought you wouldn't want to wear yesterday's clothes."

"Oh thanks Polly. Thanks girls."

"No problem. Come on girls. Lets leave Kelly to it." As the three went their separate ways Kelly swung her legs out of bed. She hadn't been able to sleep until the early hours of the morning. Her conscious not letting her sleep until she admitted the ugly truth, she deserved it. Annabelle had every right to be mad at her, every right to slap her and every right to want to be alone. It was her own fault for making the stupid bet in the first place, and she just kept pushing. Most of the girls were still asleep, it was only 7:30, and most didn't wake up until at least 8. Deciding to use the half hour to her advantage she grabbed her clothes and headed for the student showers, knowing that they would be empty at this time in the morning. She quickly showered, dried herself off and got dressed and after quickly brushing her teeth she headed back up to the dorm, not wanting to be around if any early birds decided to turn up. Back in the dorm she carefully applied her make up, used Annabelle's straighteners to straighten her black bob and put on her padlock chocker and a thick black wrist band. Ready to fight the world. On her way out of the dorm she dropped her dirty laundry into the hamper and went to find some coffee, deciding on a caffeine fix before trying to smooth things out with Annabelle.

In the head girls room Annabelle had showered and dressed. She had brushed the taste of vodka out of her mouth and had fixed her makeup and hair. She was not attempting to settle her stomach with one of the croissants but her attempts were useless, just causing her to dry gag and make her stomach turn over. Giving up she dropped it into the bin and lay back onto the bed. She could smell coffee, faintly, but she could smell it all the same. 'Damn, I could use some coffee' the smell was getting stronger; giving Annabelle a caffeine crave that could match a starving mans hunger. There was a knock on the bedroom door and Annabelle sat up, suddenly cautious.

"Annabelle, its me, I brought you some coffee, could you let me in?" Kelly had indeed brought Annabelle coffee, exactly how she liked it, milk and two sugars. Almost like a peace offering. Annabelle didn't know what to do, Kelly wasn't shouting at her, and she sounded sorry enough, but for all Annabelle knew, it could simply be a trick to get her to open up. She walked over to the door and rested one hand on the wood.

"Why should i?" it wasn't a harsh question, her voice wasn't full of hate or anger, it was a genuine question, after what Kelly had done, why should she let her in. Kelly noticed this and sighed softly before leaning her forehead against the wooden door and speaking softly.

"Because I'm sorry."

Ohh… exiting stuff! Okay so I want your opinions on this. Should Annabelle let Kelly in and accept her apology or should she hold the head girls room hostage for a bit longer? You decide! Review my story and let me know what you think along with your decision or if you prefer send me a personal message with your opinion. Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome. Thank you for reading!