Having no family to go home to, Taylor stayed at St Trinian's over the two week Easter holidays. But she wasn't bitter. Seriously. She was used to it now, and anyway, the alternative would be spending her time with the freaks at the care home she'd spent a year at. And that was far, far worse.

Many of the girls had enough money to be on fancy holidays, most at least had families to return to. There were four people staying at school over the holidays: Taylor, two first years and a geek a year or so younger than her. So not really anyone to interact with. That meant, as usual, she had to find a way to pass the seemingly endless time. Most people looked forward to school holidays, but they were the worst part of the year. Next holiday, she'd decided, she would be staying with friends or finding somewhere, anywhere, to stay.

Some days she went down to the shops on the high street, but this grew tedious - there were mainly just charity shops, and she had hardly any money to spend. She still had to go and get her regular supply of gum every few days.

The rest of the time she used spending time on fancy expensive laptops (it was easy to bully Mia the geek into handing them over), messing around with makeup and hair products people had left behind and reading (nobody could ever know about that, she literally had nothing else).

A week passed, possibly the slowest and most boring week ever, and by that Sunday, the boredom made her want to kill herself. As she tucked into a cheese sandwich for lunch that day, she was surprised to see the door to the dining room open. Even more surprised to see her public worst enemy walk in casually. Suddenly she seemed to lose her appetite.

"Alright, Little Miss Sunshine?" Taylor asked mockingly, but instantly regretted it. There was nobody of any importance here. Therefore, there was no point fighting with Andrea. As much as she hated to admit it, the emo could beat the shit out of her fairly easily. The only advantage Taylor had was being able to annoy the fuck out of Andrea with words. But that didn't matter now. Not until all the other students returned next week. Now she might as well refrain from ending up in vicious fist fights.

There was no response. Andrea, her face showing no emotion, just walked out of the hall. What was going on with her?

Wait... oh no. Taylor instantly assumed the worst. On that strange, strange night a few weeks ago, Andrea had told her the doctor said her father didn't even have a year. Was that it? Why she'd come back early? No, surely not - nobody who'd just lost their father could keep their face as stony and neutral as Andrea's had been a couple of minutes ago. Taylor gave up on the sandwich.

At midnight that night, Taylor was awoken by a strange muffled sound coming from the other side of the dormitory. Being half asleep, she got up to find whoever it was making that noise and tell them to shut the fuck up and let her sleep. But then she came to the area where the emos slept, and heard it was coming from the bed hidden away in the corne.

Great. Andrea. How the hell was she supposed to deal with that broken, sensitive Andrea that she's met on the night she found out about her dad's situation? In the middle of the night, too.

"Hey... Andrea?"

The noise stopped. Eyes peeked out from under the covers. But still, no no insults, or any words from the emo.

"You know what? Neva mind. I'll find earplugs or summat, yeah?" As she turned to walk away, in the corner of her eye Taylor saw Andrea wipe her eyes and try to calm down. The sight made Taylor herself want to cry. Instead of going back to bed, she took a seat on the bed next to Andrea.

"Is it... is it your dad?" She didn't expect a response, but the girl gave her a small nod as means of saying yes. "I'm sorry. I mean, I know what it's like and that. And ya... you can talk to me any time, yeah?" No response, this time. Taylor went back to bed.