Ok, so this is my first update in well over a year. Will get to actual pairings later on. Rating is for swearing and possible sexytimes later. In case you didn't quite know, Beth is the emo chick from the Banned of St Trinians.
I do not own any characters mentioned besides Beth and Kelly's parents.
Please R&R :) Enjoy
Broken and damaged, calling Kelly was her last resort. Two days in the hospital at her mother's hand and she had been kicked out before she even got through the front door. Told to find her own way. Her father was a push over, doing whatever his wife wanted. He only stayed for the money he had married into, not even his children. It was barely eleven in the morning, as Beth sat in the local park, unsure of what to do or who to call, before whipping out her phone and calling her big sister.
It rang four times before going to message back.
After a few minutes, she tried again. Still nothing.
Beth tried to reach her sister sixty-seven times, before Kelly finally picked up.
"What going on, Little Fella?" the older Jones asked, using her annoying nickname for her baby sister.
"Hey Big Fella. I'm in a little bit of a pickle here a home." The tears were starting and Beth didn't know how to stop them. The shuddering was beginning to become painful. In between sobs, she began to explain the situation. "They kicked me out. Mum caught us. She flipped her shit as usual. It was worse than last time."
"Wait a sec...caught you and who? And doing what exactly?"
"They went away for the weekend. Dad said 'be back Sunday night'. They came home early. They weren't meant to know."
"What did she do to you?" Panic was beginning to fill Kelly's voice.
Their mother was the violent one, the father the submissive one. He had his own views and beliefs, but knew when to pick his battles. When it came to their children, he was out of his depth.
"Can you please just come and get me?"
"OK, where are you now?"
"At the park around the corner from the house. I don't have any of my stuff either."
"I will be there soon. Do not leave, you understand?" asked Kelly. A little force was never a bad thing.
"Yeah I'll stay put. Thanks Big Fella," cried Beth.
An hour later, Kelly screeched to a halt, and ran from her car, barely turning it off on her way. Beth was hiding at the top of the slide, arms awkwardly around her knees watching everything quietly and calmly. The summer had hit its highest temperatures, no parent taking them to the park, just the local pool to cool off.
"Beth!" By now Kelly was yelling as loudly as possible. Her little sister never mentioned where in the park she was and it was a decent sized park. Luckily, the blonde was in the playground closest to their parents house. As soon as she had spotted her sister, she was sprinting, jumping the small stairs to the top. Kelly pulled Beth into a hug, giving her the once over looking at the injuries. "Are you okay?"
"I have a mild concussion and a nice gash on my forehead. Bruised ribs. She dislocated my shoulder. She was so angry." Said Beth. The look on her face was hazy, not really paying attention to Kelly just looking around slowly. "Kel, I don't know what to do. Where am I gonna go?"
Pale skin and bruising made Beth look even more broken down, so Kelly made the decision for her.
"You're coming home with me."
That was three weeks ago, the cut across her temple was nearly healed, still scabbed and was a yellowy bruise. Since then, Beth had felt the need to reinvent herself. Living with Kelly was a fresh start, her room was new, her clothes were new. But her attitudes were different, quieter, worried of overstepping an invisible line.
The drive back up to St Trinians felt really long, Beth and Kelly leaving at lunch time and taking their time to reach the school. Why Kelly had woken her up at six am, Beth had no idea. Students were not required to return until five pm for dinner. After agreeing to take the 'scenic route', her sisters custom red X5 BMW cruising smoothly. iPod headphone in one ear, listening to stories with the other. Their moments of deafening silence left the seventeen year old to daydream. Her foot was bouncing in the car the closer they got. It wasn't returning to the school that was scaring her, she quite loved her school and was grateful to her parents that she hadn't been sent to Cheltenham Ladies. It was the people she was returning to that frankly horrified the crap out of her.
The new look she had was worrying her the closer they got. Would she be accepted? Shunned? Invisible? A Longer skirt, just above the knee, stockings gone. Skin and the navy blue contrasting with her black Chuck Taylor converse. White shirt buttoned twice, showing the black singlet underneath and a tie loosely hanging around her neck. Sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The St Trinians logo ripped from another shirt and haphazardly sewn on to the breast pocket. Straightened hair courtesy of Kelly was pulled back into a rough pony tail and blonde bangs hanging over her grey paint flecked risky business sunnies.
Tired and hungry, Kelly finally pulled the car to a stop nearly the front entrance, barely able to get near the building due to all the first years and 'security guards' surrounding the front steps. The cars of Posh Tottie were together in a perfect line, blowing kisses to each other through their sun roofs. Tanya and Tara zoomed past as the Bursar went arse over tit into a pile of luggage. As per usual, the Flammables were dancing on someone's car, probably Miss Dickinson's, and the first years were attempting to push suitcases from the top of the school bus. The Eco's hippy van chugged past, catching Beth's eye.
"This place is crazier than last year. I almost feel sorry for you," giggled Kelly, as she watched the Emo's pull Zoe from her makeshift coffin.
"Yeah, nearly." Beth was still focused on the direction the Eco's had gone, but her view was obstructed by a tour bus. A platinum blonde girl strutting out.
They sat there for a moment, watching the chaos that was St Trinian's School for Girls. "Come on then, I need a word with Miss Fritton."
Beth hopped out of the passenger seat, people already beginning to stare. She looked like an average teenager, who was hoping the ground would open up and swallow her whole. At St Trinian's, average didn't exist. Some people didn't know how to spell it, let alone understand a definition. Walking to the back of the car provided something to hide behind. Kelly motioned for Beth to grab the handle on the end of her footlocker, Kelly grabbing the other one and together they pulled it from the boot of Kelly's car.
It was heavy as the two Jones sisters lugged it up the front stairs and into the lobby. The dorms were on the top floor, four levels of stairs above them. The Matron was there, drink already in hand. A small alcove was situated right next to the headmistresses office, so they set Beth's trunk down in front of the window seat.
Annabelle was already standing there, talking to Beverly about the conversation she had just had with Miss Fritton. It took her a few moments to realise that Kelly Jones was knocking on the two to her Aunt's office.
"Kelly? What are you doing here? You DID graduate right?" asked Annabelle, as fast as possible.
Kelly had this coy look on her face as she shared a smirk with her sister over Annabelle's shoulder as they hugged.
"Yes 'Belle it's me, I'm just dropping Beth off for the term, and yes, of course I graduated." Kelly smiled down at Beth who returned it reluctantly. The look on Annabelle's face simply said 'Who is Beth?' "My baby sister."
"Are you new?" asked the former Cheltenham lady.
"No. I was an emo last year," answered Beth, quietly.
Apparently not only had Kelly and Beth been so different the previous year that no one besides the Geeks knew they were related, but her new look made her someone different from who she used to be. She was sick of the secrets and the lying. All she had wanted was to be normal. Unfortunately, sith her track record, that wasn't normal.
"I remember you now. You look so different," offered the new Head Girl.
'Enter!' came from inside the office.
"I'll catch up with you later, 'Belle. Gotta chat with your Aunt," explained Kelly, giving her 'friend' a once over, admiring who she had become. Beth muttered under her breath. "What was that?"
"I said 'perv'," laughed Beth. "You was pervin' on the Head Girl."
"And?" her sister laughed back, before opening the door and walking in, Beth following closely behind.
To say dinner was eventful would be outright lying. It was only the first day back, classes hadn't started yet and one teacher had already quit and the twins has somehow managed to blow up part of the hockey field, without pre-laying charges. Rivalries refuelled but no wars started. Yet. Beth sat in the corner of the food hall, playing with her food and thinking of her goodbye to her sister earlier. Now she was alone in a room full of two hundred people, all separated into their own groups. Giving up on her food, she left it on the table and walked out, unaware that she was being watched as she left.
Since she went moved in with her sister, Kelly had been able to give her all the good hiding spots and when to use them, extra shortcuts to make curfew and secret passages to the Matron's 'secret' super sized stash of booze. According to Kelly, the roof would be empty so Beth made her way up there for some peace and quiet.
She was out there for nearly ten minutes, nearly falling asleep when the door opened. Beth bolted up right, unsure of how to handle this situation. So she started with something simple.
"Hi."