Flash POV

Great. Just perfect. I'm standing here watching the sea and waiting for backup off Kel. Why she wants me to have back I don't know, no wait I do. It's because she doesn't trust me. Typical of Kelly, she really needs to let go of her trust issues. I'll admit that I haven't exactly helped with gaining her trust, I've probably broke it too many times. Out of all the people I know Kelly has to be the one who has trust issues. It's not like she's got a crap life is it? No-one knows about her home life but we all know about her t Trinian life. If her life with her parents were crap then the great life she had at St Trinians would balance it out, right? I'm not good at maths so when I next talk to Polly I'll get her to work it out, she's good at numbers. Well she was last time we spoke.

Kelly POV

Not long now until I have my baby girl back in my arms. She'll, just like our ancestors, will become head girl. It's right to put her as head girl, it's tradition. While a Fritton is headmistress a Jones must be a head girl, if the only acception to this is if the next Jones isn't of age. It's always been that way, even before St Trinians existed. Back when pirates ruled the waves a Fritton was in-charge with the help and guidance off of a Jones. Back to when Shakespeare was writing a Jones was helping and guiding. It's in our job description, we may not like it but that's how it must be. Mary Jones was the first head mistress of St Trinians, it was Shakespeare's last wishes to have a school built. St Trinians was the first ever school to teach only girls. Originally the school was to be good and pure, it was created to sort of promote writings of all sorts. The royal family backed the idea, hoping to get a few future Shakespeares out of it. As you can tell we Jones decided against it. Not many Frittons know of that decision, they claim it was them who decided on a anarchy school. We didn't want a stupid fight happening over it so we let it go and wrote it in our history books. When she gets back her the legend will be able to continue in all it's glory.

Flash POV

My backup has finally arrived. I'd be better off doing this myself with these pair for support. I know Kelly trusts Taylor and Andrea with important stuff but I sure don't. Half the time they just bicker about pointless feminine stuff like clothing brands or make up. They don't look best impressed about coming along either. The captain and the other passengers of the boat their on look like they've been through hell. One poor lady looks like she's ready for a mental breakdown. Those poor innocent people, I thought MI9 agents were supposed to protect the public? As the boat docks the passengers sprint off, probably trying to get away from those pair. Taylor and Andrea come strolling up to me in a typical St Trinian strut. At least they mean some sort of business. Being the prat that the chav is, Taylor pushes Andrea towards the sea. The emo wobbles abit but she doesn't go into the sea thank god. Andrea doesn't retaliate and continues walking to me.

"Flash." She greets,

"Alrigh' Flashy?" Taylor smiles, great it's that 'I have a plan and you've got no choice whether you want in or not'. I roll my eyes at Taylors pet name for me, I suppose it's an upgrade from Flash light.

"I fought Kel was only sendin' one person fa backup?" I ask trying to hide my true emotion,

"Turns out good old Kels and Bels 'ad the same fought and sent both of us," Taylor explains,

"Annabelle was the smart one and sent me. Kelly on the other hand is getting old and chose this chav mistaking her for someone else," Andrea answered, and cue the fight...

"Why ya in France emo? Aintcha scared that you'll tan or summit?"

"I'm guessing you failed geography Taylor because we are in Spain not France." Andrea states bluntly,

"Ya face fails!"

"That insult went out of date in 2009, I think it's time you updated your insult book."

"I fink you need a new style, da whole Caspa look is like ancient. Talkin' prehistoric dino times!"

"I'm sure, if I was you I'd just shut up."

"Go snog a vampire!" Taylor practically screamed, I roll my eyes at them and turn away. As I look around the docks I see a familiar face. A face that looks a bit like Kelly in her head girl days. She had the same twinkle in her eyes as Kelly has. That's when it hits me. Kelis must have had a tip off and heading back to England. That makes my job a whole lot easier, all that I've got to do is slip away from tweedle chav and tweedle emo.

Kelis POV

We sailed away from Spanish docks and are nearing England. As soon as I see the rain I'll know I'll be back in Britain. Thanks to Jens pulling me onto the boat, Pedro's with us. Not complaining though, it's just that when he goes back to the island he'll be getting an earful. If I get to go back with him I'm sure I can get him out of the shit that my 'smart' cousin has dropped him in. Ah, it looks like karma is finally catching up with Jenifer. She looks green in the face and I was told St Trinians didn't suffer from silly things like sea sickness. Bless her, I actually feel a tiny bit sorry for her. Then I think off the mouth full of sand. Sympathy has left my body!

"Didn't you once tell me that St Trinian girls don't suffer from, and I quote, 'silly things like sea sickness, phobias and hangovers'?" I ask her with a smug smile,

"I am not sea sick! I've just had an allergic reaction."

"Oh of course, I forgot you were allergic to work!" Pedro starts choking on the drink he's drinking. I run over to him and pat his back until he stops. I really shouldn't make people laugh while they're eating or drinking, I don't want responsibility for death by dangerous laughter. Jen shoots me her look. I hate that look. That look means I've just gave her ammunition for the next argument we have. That should be fun. I can see some cliffs, they're not the white cliffs of Dover so I'm not bothered about them. They're not as special. Pedro isn't going to approve of what we'll do as soon as we hit land. Let's just hope he doesn't get us caught.

Lucky souls getting this written while the xfactor was on. I must say I did stop writting temporally to watch Chers performance and to argue with the mother over her style and I did stop again to watch Wagner. He's just so damn sexy ;] anyone else noticed he has no last name?

Back to the story, you may have some lines from songs in this. If there are it's totally acidentel, I've been singing along to the xfactor :} Hmm in the next chapter I'm thinking abit more Taylor vs Andrea, some sing-alongs, Jen vs Kelis and maybe some Kelly and Annabelle. I dunno I've only got the first sentance of it in my head.

It's a hard of life for us. It's a hard of life for us. Instead of readers we get shhhugar. Make our day and re-review... tralalar de be boo. IT'S THE HARD OF LIFEEEEEE!