AN: I do not own MI High, or anything else you recognise. I just own Demi, Jamie, David, Amanda, Patterson and Amy.

Demi's POV

I was at school the following morning, when I got a phone call at Reception from Stella. She informed me that they were going to send my Dad to a Nightmare Treatment Centre. It was recommended that I didn't go with him, they thought it may help his recovery to be away from me. After I hung up, I walked slowly back to English class. "Nice of you to join us Miss London!" McNab said, as I entered the room.

"Sorry Sir. I had to go to reception." I said, sitting down. Jamie glanced at me, and put her hand on my arm.

"You OK?" She mouthed. I nodded, and smiled.

"I'm fine." I lied. I began to take notes, and felt tears enter my eyes. No. I will not cry here! I will not break down. I put my head in my hands, and faced down.

"Miss London, would you like to leave the room?" McNab asked. I looked up at him, and realised he knew. Well, Dad must've told Flatley by now, so that made sense. I nodded, and walked out to the corridor, slumping down to the floor. I curled into a ball with my back to the lockers and began to cry. I don't know why I was reacting like this. Maybe it was because he was all I had left, maybe it was my dream last night, or hormones, but one thing was certain. This was bad. I didn't tend to cry usually. Sighing, I looked up to see David stood over me. "You OK Dems?" He asked, kneeling beside me. I nodded, drying my eyes. "You don't look it. Come on, tell me what's wrong."

"My dad's being send to this Nightmare Treatment Centre, he leaves later today, 1 o'clock I think. They're stopping me going to see him so it'll aid his recovery." I said, running my hand through my hair. "Who said you couldn't go?" David asked.

"Stella. She's like my boss. It's complicated." I said.

"Well, sod her! It's not her father, is it? You do what you want to, Dems. She can't stop you." He said, smiling.

"She'll sack me." I murmured.

"Nah, she won't."

"How do you know?"

"I just do. I don't think she could be that cold."

"You don't know Stella then." I said. He chuckled.

"Just go for it Dems. Now, come on, before McNab gives us Detention! Now, I don't know about you, but I do not want to spend my break time cleaning the yard." David said, bouncing up on to his feet, and offering me his hand. I smiled faintly, and took it, pulling me up. We entered the classroom, and McNab handed me a textbook. "Nice to see you again, Miss London. Page 236." I sat down, and begun to read about Romeo and Juliet, constantly up at the clock waiting for 1pm.

As soon as the clock struck five to one, I put my hand up. "Sir? Can I go now?" I asked. Mr Flatley glanced at the clock, and nodded. I left the room, and ran to front of the school, to find my father waiting for his taxi. "You leaving without saying goodbye?" I asked. He turned to face me, and faintly smiled.

"You wish." He said, hugging me. "I guess this is goodbye, then?"

"No. Not goodbye, farewell." I corrected him.

"Fine, farewell. So, you'll be visiting, right?"

"Stella's forbidden it. It's to aid your recovery apparently." I explained.

"Ignore her. You can visit when you want. I give you permission." I laughed and nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind." I said, as the taxi pulled up. He smiled back, and kissed my forehead.

"You be safe OK? Look after Amanda, and don't do anything reckless." I nodded, tears re-appearing in my eyes, and flung my arms around him tightly. I only let go when the taxi driver glared out his window at me. I wiped my eyes, and said, "You'd better get going. Get better soon OK? I'll be here, waiting." He nodded, and put his hand in his pocket. He handed me a chain, saying, "It was a gift for your mother years ago. I thought you'd like it." I smiled at it, and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you. Now go, before the taxi driver murders me." I jokily said. He turned, waved at me once more, before getting in the Taxi and driving off. I waved the car off, managing to be calm until the car disappeared. The clock struck 1, signalling the end of the hardest five minutes of my life, and the beginning of the longest few weeks ever. OK, maybe that was a bit melodramatic, but I knew one thing. This was not going to be easy for me emotionally. "He promised he'd never leave." I whispered, before turning and re-entering the school, ignoring the glances from my classmates. Jamie almost immediately hugged me, shortly followed by David. "If you need anything, we're here." Jamie whispered, as David nodded. "You're acting like he's dead! He's coming back!" I said, attempting to ignore Mr Flatley's crying in the corner. Jamie nodded,

"Trying to stay strong Dems. Good idea." She said, as McNab said,

"Alright! That's enough crying, let's get back to work!" Slowly, my classmates returned to their seats, a few patting my shoulder, others whispering comforting things, all while I somehow managed to look strong, despite being slowly breaking inside.

AN: And I'm going to leave it there! So, was that OK? I tried to make it seem realistic. I hope it was good. Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed, despite my terrible writing!