Lindsay was in her room and was scrolling through facebook. She'd received quiet a few flirty messages from Paul, some which made her laugh. She hadn't told Paul that he could have been a dad and she doesn't intend to. Well, not yet. Scott was well and truly out of her life and maybe one day she and Paul could start a stable and secure relationship, but for now, she wasn't ready for that.

''What you doing?'' Came a voice

Lindsay turned and saw Hannah there. When did she get in? And why does her voice sound weird?

''What the...?'' Lindsay gasped ''What have you done to your voice?''

''I've had my tongue pierced.'' Hannah replied

''Huh?'' Lindsay couldn't make out was said

Hannah couldn't be bothered explaining it again, so she stuck her tongue out. Lindsay was shocked that Hannah had the nerve to pierce her tongue. In the corner of Hannah's eye, she saw Lindsay's drawer open with her purple diary in sight. That gave her an idea.

''Here, can you leave me alone for 5 minutes?'' Hannah asked innocently

''Why?'' Lindsay wondered

''I want to get dressed.'' Hannah replied

''I'm going to watch TV anyway, so go on.'' Lindsay told her before leaving

Hannah smiled as she walked over to the door. A mix of curiosity, revenge, anger, nerves and naughtiness filled her as she reached for the book.

''Yes.'' Hannah smiled

Hannah sat on the edge of her bed as she began to look through Lindsay's diary. There were paragraphs of hate about her dad, photo's of her and Em, all about her crushes and boyfriends. Hannah slyly smiled as she reached the part about Scarlett.

''Who's been a naughty girl.'' Hannah chuckled to herself

Hannah saw the computer and another bad (good to her) idea. Hannah copied Lindsay's email from her diary into facebook before needing a password.

Password incorrect

Not Scott. Think again. What else could it be?

Password incorrect

Not Scarlett either! Blimey. What else does Lindsay care about?

Yes! Of course it would have been Emily. Hannah clicked onto the message icon and looked for Paul Langley. Bingo! Hannah typed out a message to Paul.

Hey Paul, Lindsay here...i have something 2 tell u. It's major and no 1 else knows-apart from my family. Remember that nite we spent 2gether? Well i was pregnant, but miscarried a few weeks later...that baby was urs. Come round soon 2 talk about it xxx

Hannah clicked the send button. Hopefully, they'd be a huge row over it-especially when Paul realises Mrs James didn't have a clue that her little princess was a little tart. Hannah logged off and placed the diary back before changing into a pair of pyjamas.

Kyle was relieved that his step mum, as he now decided to class her as, knew about Shannon and Lilly. At the moment, they had agreed that she'd tell John tomorrow and she asked Kyle to promise to never to do it again. Kyle was glad that he had someone like Mrs James in his life. She was caring and understanding. More than he can remember of his real mum. All she cared about was her dopey idiot boyfriend and drugs. It all scared Kyle and he didn't like to admit it.

The next day arrived. Poppy said she was ill when it wasn't true-she just hated school so much. Hannah was waiting for John to go to work whilst Mrs James was taking the twins to her workplace whilst Kyle, Emily and Lindsay were getting ready for school, Hannah was getting ready for work. Hannah was just so determined to wind up Lindsay.

''When i'm older, I want a daughter.'' Hannah began ''Called Scarlett Megan.''

Lindsay froze when Hannah said the last part. Did she know about her baby or was it just some random coincidence.

''What a name.'' Emily laughed ''Right Linds?''

''I reckon Lindsay likes it.'' Smirked Hannah ''Or liked it.''

''What the heck or you on about?'' Emily was getting confused when she saw the icy glare between her sister and step sister

''Don't you know?'' Hannah asked ''Lindsay and Paul did it, she got pregnant and miscarried little Scarlett Megan James-or was it Langley?''

''Linds?'' Emily began ''Is that true?''

''Shut up.'' Snapped Lindsay ''You know nothing.''

The 3 girls started rowing. Their parents were out whilst Poppy was heavily asleep.

''Little tart!''

''Leave her alone Hannah!''

''You're a little slapper too!''

''Get lost Hannah! At least I had someone who appreciated me!''

''A murderer?''

Kyle came into the kitchen ''ENOUGH!''

Everyone froze at the sound of Kyle's voice.

''Han, just leave Lindsay alone.'' Lindsay was surprised that Kyle was sticking up for her ''So what if she got pregnant? She is an adult more or less.''

''Why you sticking up for her?'' Hannah asked

''Well I know what it's like to have a secret from everyone.'' Kyle commented

Hannah knew she was loosing, so she decided to make her way out to work. Tuesday mornings she worked from 8.30am to 11am, so she'd be in school at break.

''Thanks.'' Lindsay muttered to Kyle

The house was silent. Poppy got out of her bed to reveal herself fully dressed. She wore a pink cardigan with a top, blue denim shorts, black tights and red converse trainers. No was was she sticking around in bed all day. Poppy grabbed her purse stuffed with money 'borrowed' from her family. There was £20 given from her gran to the twins, £10 from the 'rainy day' jar, £15 Kyle was saving up to buy a new game station, about £8.50 left over from Emily's 16th birthday money and a whopping £50 from Lindsay's savings. A grand total of £103.50p. Poppy was fed up of feeling like the one people can push about and ignore all they want or at school, where they can bully her.

In the staffroom, it was a typical morning. Grantley was reading his newspaper, Jez and Sian were all loved up, Matt was trying to compose some music, Nikki and Tom were busy marking their work.

''Grantley, can you take my Year 11 Science class?'' Sian wondered ''It's our registration group with a few extras added in.''

''You mean the wonders and delights of gobby teenagers in this generation today who are too idol to work hard.'' Grantley began to rabbit on and on whilst everyone watched in fascination

''Just stick the work sheets on my desk about cells in front of them.'' Sian instructed

''Pah!'' Grantley sighed ''Even that would be too much of an intellectual challenge for some of the yobs in this place.''

Moments later. The bell went. That ringing noise must be the most hated sound by staff and students alike. That signalled one thing-hell.