General POV

Jerome stalked off towards the direction of his room and slammed the door shut. He grabbed his head in an agitated and held back a scream. This can't be happening he thought to himself this wasn't supposed to happen. He collapsed on his bed and let out a strangled sigh. He looked at his roommate who was currently sleeping- he needed help and he knew just who to ask.

Hurriedly he picked up his phone and dialled a number. He put the phone to his ear and waited, his leg bouncing up and down upon the floor in the process. The drone of the dialling tone stopped and the person answered.

"Hey, Jerome?"

"Hey" Jerome answered biting his lip "I need a favour"

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Mr Sweet was sitting in this office completing some left over paper work. He had intended to leave it until tomorrow but something told him that tomorrow would be a busy day and he wanted to keep the work load as limited as possible, but it was late and he was starting to get tired.

Just as he was clearing his things from his desk, the phone rang, the drilling noise echoing through his office. Who could be calling the school phone at this time? He thought but decided to answer the phone regardless.

"Hello Mr Sweet, Frobisher Academy"

"Hello Mr Sweet, this is the Met Police situated in Liverpool, I'm afraid there has been an accident"

Patricia's POV

"It's too late"

I spent the whole night worrying about Trudy and soon enough I found myself in the hospital, where she was staying overnight. I've never at been in a hospital but I had no idea it was going to be this confusing.

"The visiting times are over young lady" The patronising, receptionist spoke. I gritted my teeth together, it took so much to get out of the house and now this lady is trying to tell me that I can't see Trudy?

"What do you mean the visitor hours are over? What kind of hospital has visiting hours? It's a free country!" I exclaimed, getting increasingly annoyed by the second. The Lady raised her eyebrow.

"All hospitals do…you've never been to a hospital have you?" I slammed my hands on the able, which got everyone's attention. I looked around the room and in a split second everyone was minding their own business once again. When I looked back at the lady, she had dear evident in her eyes.

"Look" I hissed, getting all up in her face "I don't have time for this, the person closest to a mother to me in the universe is in one of these rooms and I need to see her, do you understand me?" The lady leaned back in astonishment.

"2nd floor, door 209" She squeaked. I nodded, un-pinning myself from the desk and walked briskly to the lift.

The time on the lift was undoubtedly the longest time I have spent in a lift ever, it felt like 20 minutes rather than 20 seconds.

Once the elevator stopped, I walked into the hallway and was almost talked by the smell of disinfectant . it was almost completely repulsive, how could people work in these places? As I continued to walk down the hall, I looked out for number 209

206…207…208…

I stopped outside the door and looked at the number…209. After taking a deep breath, I opened the door and took a step in…

"Patricia?" I turned around and saw Trudy, hooked up to metal bar with fluids hanging on it.

"Trudy?" I asked, stepping forward with my arms out. She stumbled back and covered her face with her hands.

"No not again, please, don't touch me!" She exclaimed, her knees wobbling. I took a step back in surprise, feeling my eyes watering.

"Trudy I-"

"No just go! GO!" She yelled, her body shaking with fear. I gasped and rushed out of the hallway.

My body shook slightly as I jolted awake. I looked at my surroundings, I was in my room, but in a very awkward angle. I looked over at my bed, and that' when I realised I had fallen asleep by the door. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

"Well done Tricia" I mumbled to myself. Groaning in pain as I felt my stiff joints click together, I slowly got up from the floor and leaned my body against the door. This had been the second time I had fell asleep in this position. I had stayed up all night waiting for Trudy to come home but I heard nothing.

But today was Monday, which meant I couldn't just stay in my room all day like I had the day before. As much as I craved to miss school, I could tell that that was not an option today. It would only make things worse and Trudy would be even more angry, than she probably already is.

She must hate me.

Who could blame her? I made her go through so much pain, for caring too much about me. I still can't believe I let that happen, I'm so stupid. I sighed, and opened the door slightly, hearing the door creak made me jump slightly. Ever since Saturday, I have been so anxious around the house, This was probably the first time since then I have actually stepped outside of this room.

I quietly, shut the door behind me and quietly crept towards the bathroom, my aim was to be as quiet as possible, that way there is less of a chance that anyone will notice me. The less people that notice me, the better, my new approach is to stay under the radar.

Yeah, under the radar. That sounds perfect.

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So much for staying under the fucking radar. The second I started to walk through the halls, everyone and I mean everyone turns to look at me. I give them the usual 'Back the fuck off' stare and they turn away, but I still can't help wonder why they are staring at me. I didn't have anything on my face did I? Even if I did, they wouldn't dare to stare.

When I felt like I had had enough of the staring, I went into the girls toilets and then into a cubicle. I don't know why I chose this unflattering space of all places, but it was what I needed, a confined space where no one could disturb me…or that's what I thought until I heard two voices enter the toilets.

"Why is everyone so tense today? They're acting like there's another fucking world war!" The first girl said.

"So I'm guessing you haven't heard" Urgh, I thought, it's just gossip.

"Heard what?"

"That sixth former, Patricia, I heard she tried to kill her house mother on Saturday" What? I placed my ear on the door of the cubicle so I could hear them clearer.

"No way!"

"Yes way, others say she tried to kill her house mates too"

"No way? How?" Before the girl had a chance to answer, I unlocked the cubicle door and swung he door open. The two girls turned to me and gasped, fear appearing on their faces. I looked them up and down, two short, Year eight's…easy targets.

I took two big step forwards, hearing how my boots stomped across the floor. The two girls stood frozen still, visibly shaking from the very sight of me, wow, some rumours.

"Hello girlies" I spoke patronisingly giving them an obviously fake smile "Anything I can help you with?"

"N-no, w-we were j-just leaving" One of them stuttered before attempting to shuffle away, but I blocked their exit before they could escape.

"Not so fast, first I want you to do something for me" I said.

"Anything! We'll do anything just please don't kill us!" One of them cried. I rolled my eyes, and rubbed my hands together.

"Tell me the rumours that have been going around about me" I ordered. The brunette nodded her head vigorously.

"People think you killed your house mother, others think you tried to kill her, people think you're on trial for either murder or/and arson and others think you just escaped from prison" She said, fear evident in her iris'. I blinked and then took a step to the right, and as soon as I moved, they literally ran out of the doors screaming.

Prison?

Killed?

Murder?

What kind of school is this, how did the news spread so quick and who started these ridiculous rumours. School was not going to be very pleasant today if those are the rumours that are going around, no wonder so many people were looking at me this morning. They must think I'm crazy! Hearing those things I wouldn't really blame them.

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Today was going worse than I thought it would, so many stares, so much fear and disgust seen in their eyes everywhere I go. I want to tell them it was an accident, I want to tell them that what they're hearing are just rumours but I cannot bring myself to speak to them. They wouldn't listen to me anyway.

And now here I sat, in English, listening to my teacher drone on about Shakespeare and earning the occasional stare from people around me. I sighed, this was starting to get very frustrating. Then there was a knock on the door, and without needing the welcome, the person came through the door.

The girl walk into the classroom and handed the teach a note, ah the office's student helper for the day, in other words the school's recent case of free labour.

"Patricia" My teacher called me, while reading the piece of paper the Year eight had just given her.

"You have to report to the Headteacher's office, bring your bags" "You have to report to the Headteacher's office, bring your bags" everyone immediately started gossiping.

"So it is true"

"Do you think he's going to expel her"

"I hope she does get expelled"

I frown, what does sweetie want now? Does he think I killed someone too? I sighed heavily standing up from my seat, while fighting the urge to attack the people around me, and walked out of the room. This should be fun.

...

I knocked on Mr Sweet's door and then waited for him to answer.

"Enter" his muffled voice boomed from the side of the door. I braced myself before opening the door. Mr Sweet looked at me when he saw me entering the door, and ushered me in. As I sat down on one of the seats, I analysed his expression, he didn't look as rigid as he did when I was in trouble. So why did he call for me?

"Patricia" He said, which snapped me out of my train of thought. I sighed.

"I didn't do it, but since me saying that means nothing, I'll take my punishment now. What will it be this time Sweetie? Detention? Scrubbing the toilets? Explusion? Or even worse…spending the whole day with Victor, that would be-"

"Um Miss Williamson, that's quite enough" Mr Sweet interrupted sternly. I laid back in my chair and sighed, I might as well be quiet and accept my fate.

"I told you last time that if I heard any more about your bad behaviour I would expel you" I closed my eyes, bracing myself for his departing words, there is no way he would let me off. Not this time.

"But I won't"

"Fine, I'll go and pack my stuff, I always knew-" Wait…did it he just say he wouldn't?

"Yes Patricia I said I would not expel you," He said reading my mind. I flinched. "I am aware that it was not your fault and instead of scolding you for something you cannot control, I have decided to give you another chance" I smiled slightly, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank you so much Mr Sweet, it won't happen again" I vowed, but I couldn't help but think that something was going to go terribly wrong, nothing was ever so easy for me to get out of. Mr Sweet nodded solemnly.

"I know, I'm putting you in an anger management program" …and there it was, I knew it was too good to be true.

Hey guys so I hope you liked that chapter, it still needs editing but i'm extremely tired and I wanted to get this chapter up. I actually have school tomorrow so i'll probably update on saturday, but I won't have Friday to write and edit so let's see how that goes. Please review it means a lot to me! Chix