(Poppy's POV)

I was really weird having Phillip around at home it was going to be even weirder having him at school. Most kids went to school to escape their families but with us school was kind of like a family event... With Adam in the kitchen and Rachel as the head I didn't get away with much, I think knowing that Rachel was in the building only made the teachers more eager to grass me up. I laid in bed thinking about it, it was only 6:45am I still had sometime. There was a knock on the door and Rachel opened it standing in the doorway; she was already dressed in her black skirt, white top and light grey cardigan, along with her knee length black suede heels.

"Come on. Time to get up" She said

I pulled my duvet up over my head and rolled over.

"Five more minutes..." I grumbled

She didn't say anything but, a few seconds later my duvet was pulled off.

"Come on?" She said "Phillip is already downstairs, dressed and ready..."

"Good for Phillip" I mumbled into my pillow

"Up. Now. I'll be back in 5 minutes to check you're out of bed... I've ironed you a clean shirt, it's on your wardrobe door and you'll have to wear your black jumper because you decided not to put your other one in the wash until the last minute" Rachel said

She left me alone and I threw one of my cushions at the door. I really couldn't be bothered today. I stumbled out of bed to the door and threw my cushion back on my bed, pulled off my pyjamas and pulled my black skinny jeans out of the drawer along with a white vest top. I pulled on my jeans and vest top, then tugged on my shirt and fumbled with the buttons sleepily. I pulled my jumper on; I liked this one better than my maroon one. It had a lower neckline so you could see my tie...Well if I was wearing it you'd be able to.

I ran a brush through my hair letting it hang, luckily for me I didn't have to bother with straighteners. My hair was naturally straight although I did twist my fringe and clipped it back before getting to work on my make-up. I grabbed my handbag and went downstairs. Phillip was sat at the kitchen table eating porridge and reading the paper... I swear he was like an old dude trapped in a younger body. Adam was eating porridge as well and Rachel was stood by the counter looking through some paperwork while drinking coffee. I got myself some toast and smothered it in chocolate spread.

"Do you know what is in that stuff?" Adam asked

"Nope and I don't particularly care" I replied

"Where's your tie?" Rachel asked "And your socks?"

I shrugged. "I don't know"

Rachel rolled her eyes and went upstairs.

"Did you know that there's scientific evidence to prove that being organised in a morning sets you up better for the day?" Phillip asked

"Wow. How utterly fascinating." I said sarcastically "I have no idea how I survive this long without knowing that"

(Rachel's POV)

I'd never tell her but I was quite enjoying Poppy being a pain, because after everything she was acting like a normal teenager and letting me mother her... I went into her room and got her a pair of socks out of her drawer, her tie was hanging off the door handle and I picked up her converse pumps off the floor. I went back downstairs and put the socks and her tie on the table, and then I dropped her shoes on the floor beside her...

"I don't want those shoes" Poppy moaned

"Tough" I replied

She took another bite of her toast, saying nothing. I turned to Phillip.

"How are you feeling about your first proper day back?" I asked him

"Optimistic" He replied

Poppy pulled a face taking her plate to the dishwasher. I turned to her.

"I'm sure you'll be please to know that we're down on teachers today due to the year 9 trip, so I'm taking Mr Mead's class and Mr Clarkson's English class. So, behave..." I told her

"And we have some news...We've set a date for the wedding" Adam said

"That's great! When?" Phil asked

"Next Thursday at the town hall" Adam said

"That's a bit short notice..." Poppy commented

"Yeah, but we're keeping it small and we'll be leaving for our honeymoon Friday morning for a week, there will be a substitute head coming in to watch over you lot. Michael Byrne..." I looked at Poppy straight in the eyes "Don't give him any trouble"

"Whatever" She grumbled