Guest: I understand fully if you'd want more info about Chantelle, Rio and Roxy. But, however there aren't going to be any new chapters for those. I do my best to cover it all in their personality and everything. But if I'd cover exactly everything I'd never get done with a single chapter so I hope you can be happy with what you get. You're welcome. Thank you. –Linnéa

Anonymous fan x: I'm saying it again. I don't just choose a character to do. I do it in the order they come into the series. First I did the characters in tsotb series one, then the second. And if they come into the middle of the series I do it after eventual characters who came in at the beginning. I've got one left to do of the new ones who were there at the beginning of tbr (This one) and after that there were no more characters coming in until Elektra came in at mid- season- two. Which means that Elektra will be the next chapter I do after this one. I hope you enjoy it whenever it comes up. –Linnéa

I deleted loads of anonymous reviews that didn't have anything to do with the story or that were just crap or whatever from this story. I deleted more than thirty reviews… So yeah, it had loads.

As some of you might know, since Rebeccah's chapter I have always written a summary for what happens in the chapter. For Frank's I've only done the first part of the chapter and then I'm going to check if I need to continue doing those summaries since I think that is one of the reasons that this story is updated so seldom. So, over to the chapter.

Frank Matthews

On a day that was probably to many others just another ordinary day ten year old Frank Matthews stood in the front of the classroom in Miss Mayer's sixth class and tried to let the children who were going to be his new classmates after this year's Christmas holidays who he was. And why he was going to start in this class after Christmas.

Until this term Frank had been going in a special class for children with physical disabilities. Frank himself had Cerebral Palsy but unlike many others with that he could do things as walk and talk on his own. And since he started school he had been nagging and nagging to get to at least try to go to just a regular school with what people used to call 'normal' children.

It was probably needless to say that Frank felt the least normal anyway. "I live with my grandad." There had been a few kids chattering in the room, but when Frank told them they curiously turned to Frank and wondered why on earth Frank didn't live with his parents, but they weren't getting an answer- at least not today and not right now.

"And when Frank comes into this class…" Miss Mayer took over when Frank went to sit down by what would be his desk. "…He will bring a guy called Jake Mabel. Jake is twenty five years old, and he's very nice. He will assistant Frank to take notes and such things. So, since we've only got today and tomorrow left before the Christmas holidays there isn't much left to do right now. So you can just talk and do drawing or whatever you like now until the buses and cabs arrive for all of you. And try to get to know Frank a little, yeah? Okay, and I'll be right here if you need me."

When Miss Mayer turned to her work and all of the students started chattering and doing whatever they wanted Frank just sat in his desk and glanced around the classroom. And what caught his eye was the blonde- haired girl in the desk right by his. She was cute, and when Frank looked at her he could feel butterflies in his stomach, even more when she turned to him and smiled and then pulled out a paper from her opened desk, closed the lid. And leaned over the aisle to Frank and handed the drawing she held to him.

"My name is Samantha. And I'd like you to have this." Frank reached out his hand and took the drawing of a prince and a princess. "You said you live nearby but have been going to a school further away from there. May I ask why you went there if you live so close to this school?" Frank nodded before he answered her.

"I have Cerebral Palsy. And I went to a special school for children that have such disabilities. Thanks for the drawing." Samantha just smiled and stood up and leaned against Frank's desk. Telling him that she could help him and show him around the classroom and where they had everything. "Yes please, that would be good." Frank started standing up but before he had the time a big- grown boy came and pushed Samantha away and turned to Frank.

"My name is Forrest and Sam is my sister." He was wheezing so quietly Miss Mayer couldn't hear what he said and continued. "And if you even look at her again I will rip your head off. Understand?" Forrest scared poor Frank so much there was nothing else Frank could do to just nod quickly and Forrest leaned slightly back again. "I have my eyes on you spaz!"

Frank didn't dare to look at Samantha anything more that day. It wasn't very hard since Forrest had pulled her with him to his desk on the other side of the room and was constantly sending death glares as soon as Frank did as much as turn his head towards looking to Samantha. From the beginning he just sat staring right down into his desk. But so another boy, Forrest's straight opposite with his dark complexion and bright smile came over and introduced himself as Cory. And soon Cory and Frank had promised each other to meet outside the main entrance to the school the first thing after Christmas holidays, and to forever be best friends.

"Granddad. Granddad." That day when Frank came home he had to really try with all that he had not to speak too fast. "This new class is awesome. I made a new friend named Cory and he's really nice. And there's this stupid kid named Forrest Blake but he's just really stupid and he said that special classes are stupid so can I go to my new school already tomorrow already? Because it's really cool and really awesome and…"

Frank silent when his granddad- Eric Beverly Matthews held up his hands to silent his grandson. "Wow, that is a stupid kid that Forrest! I want you to tell me if he causes you more trouble and then I'll take care of it okay?" Frank nodded quickly. "And if it is a lot of trouble then come to me or to one of your new teachers and we can fix something. Maybe you should just stay in your old school where we know everything's safe and everything." Frank shook his head. "Okay, but then promise me you'll come to me if anyone bothers you." Frank nodded again. "Okay, good boy Frank. Now… I need to go and lie down for a bit, I'm an old man and I get tired very easily." Eric turned and left the room while Frank sat down in the living room sofa and took a magazine from the floor. And didn't look up until he heard a weird noise from his grandad's bedroom.

"Grandad." Frank knew that he wasn't supposed to go into his grandad's bedroom. But the weird noise that sounded like thumping down onto a soft ground over and over again along with the bed's croaking worried him. And that for right. When Frank walked into Eric's bedroom he found his grandad shaking and twisting in his bed. Unconscious and no matter how much Frank shouted Eric didn't seem to hear it.

Frank knew that some time a long time ago Eric had told him that he had had a few seizures ages and ages ago when he was young and Eric would always say that hell would freeze before he would have another epileptic seizure. But here Eric laid, in his bed and shook, more than shook actually. And Frank was pretty sure he didn't know a word that described that movement.

At first Frank Matthews was just so scared he didn't know what to do. Then at last he remembered. "Just in case." Eric had told his grandson. "If I would ever had a seizure again and you are here. Then don't try to do anything about it yourself. Just call an ambulance and the paramedics can give me medicines so I won't have any other and then they'll take me to the hospital and check so it's nothing worse than the epilepsy I had when I was young."

As far as he could, Frank turned and ran down the hallway and into the kitchen where he reached for the house phone right by the doorway and fumbled to press in 999 and held the phone to his ear. Hating, hating and once again hating that he would have to speak so slowly even to make himself understood.

But even though Frank all the time had to speak slowly, from that moment on everything seemed to go slowly but yet so fast. First it was waiting and Frank thought the ambulance would never arrive before he heard the sirens and they came closer and closer. And so the paramedics came and they put a needle into Eric's arms and Eric had stopped seizing and was just barely awake and reaching out his hand towards Frank while giving a failed attempt to say something to Frank and then Frank was lifted into the front seat in the ambulance while with sirens and lights on they hurried towards the hospital.

And then suddenly Frank was put in the waiting room between a lady with an annoying cough and a father with a toddler who wouldn't stop heaving. And there he waited, and waited, and waited and he just needed to know something about his grandad. And then at last a doctor who looked a good bit younger than any other doctor Frank had seen came out into the waiting room and sat down so he faced Frank.

"Hello." The doctor greeted. "Have I got this right if I believe your name is Frank Matthews?" Frank answered him yes. "Okay, Well, I am Dr. Jay. And I was in with your grandpa until just a second ago. And it turns out he is very ill." Frank felt the fear creeping in worse than ever. "But we fixed it in time. Now… Well. We could say your grandpa is sleeping. He's in what we like to call a coma. But he'll probably wake up in a day or two so… Is there anywhere for you to stay while he's in here."

"I want to stay here until grandad wakes up"

The young doctor kneeled by the chair Frank's chair and looked as if he was wondering about something. At first Frank was afraid he wouldn't get to stay but then the doctor looked up and nodded.

"I'll arrange that."

Frank would have liked to thank Dr. Jay for letting him stay here until Eric had woken up. He would have liked to say anything at all. But after a long day and everything that had happened Frank was absolutely exhausted, and curled up with his head on the hard wooden arm support. Frank fell asleep.

That was December the twenty second, and the afternoon turned into evening that turned into night. That turned into morning, which turned into forenoon. And then turned into a new afternoon. And outside of the windows- both towards the hospital hallway and outside things were changing. Snow fell and melted again, people were putting up meter- long glitters and mistletoes in sizes bigger than what anyone would have seen before. But inside room sixteen twelve, nothing changed much.

Frank was shifting in between sleeping and talking to his grandad. And sometimes just sitting there holding his grandad's hand when he couldn't think of anything. He had heard that his grandad was in something called a coma. And they didn't know if anything was ever going to change. And all that Frank could do was to hope and believe for something to change. A tiny little Christmas miracle.

"Frank." Dr. Jay came into the room God knows how long it had been since Frank had been in. "It turns out your grandad had something we call a stroke. Just a very minor one so he'll be okay. But the thing is he is very old, and he will have some problems that you won't be able to handle on your own. So he will have to move into a home for people that are old and sick…."

"Will I be able to live there too?"

"…I'm sorry but you can't. Frank, do you know your parents?" Frank shook his head. "Yeah, that's what I thought we have that in our documents… I think that our only choice is for you to go into what is called the foster care system. Do you know what that is?" Frank shook his head. It did sound familiar- but he couldn't remember what it was. "Well, the social care system is for children who has got no parents or anyone else to live with. Or they can't live with their parents for one reason or another. And when you're in the social care system you either go to a foster family. A couple or a family who will take care of you as if you were their own child. Or you go to a care home, where there live a number of children up to sixteen years old. There are different care homes for different ages, and there works adults who takes care of the children as their job and as their own. A foster family is sometimes hard to find. And if I would be boss it wouldn't be like that. But finding one for disabled kids like you Frank. It's even harder. Very much harder. Also, at Christmas. I mean, not too many couples or families would want to be stuck with a new kid to get to know on Christmas with all the planning and everything that needs to be done so I might find one on the other side of the world or something." He smirked a bit. "But whatever I find. I'm going to make sure that it's only the best for our very best kid. Okay?" He patted Frank's back slightly. "So, no fear. Okay?"

"No fear."

Frank replied with what he knew that Dr. Jay wanted to hear. But deep inside his heart was beating so hard and loud it almost caused him a headache.

"Have you seen it's late at night now?" Dr. Jay pulled up his phone and lit it up so they could see the clock that read eleven fifty eight at Christmas Eve. And for the rest of the two minutes before Christmas day they both just sat there and stared at the phone waiting for it to become Christmas for real. And at last, when it had passed midnight Dr. Jay smiled and patted Frank's shoulder.

"Merry Christmas kiddo. I'll have to go and fix something with the social system."

And with that Dr. Jay left the room and left Frank alone with his comatose grandad. And hoped, hoped but didn't believe. That the next time he would come in here something would have changed. Just something so that this child wouldn't have to live with not knowing- because nothing is worse than not knowing.

"Grandad." Frank stood up by the bed and reached for Eric's hand. "Grandad, please wake up. It's Christmas now. You need to be awake for Christmas…" Frank made a pause and tried to remember something he could talk to his grandad about. "Do you remember last Christmas when you were going to have your friend Mr. Kenna be Santa Claus and he couldn't make it there when he had the stomach flu? And you told me a story that Santa hadn't forgotten about me he just couldn't make it to ours… You just did everything to keep me happy even though we didn't have a Santa that year and then you said that we didn't need Santa nor anything neither anyone else while we still had each other…"

Eric's hand flinched slightly. It was like he could hear what Frank was saying and was interfered by hearing Frank telling him about their Christmas a year ago. Frank noticed and was on his way to run to get a nurse but then he remembered that as soon as his grandad was awake there was a risk that he would have to leave since Dr. Jay had only fixed so Frank could be here for that long.

"…I know that Santa isn't real grandad. And I know that Mr. Kenna didn't have the stomach flu. Just that you wanted to have your Christmas with only me. And I can live without believing in Santa, and without you and Mr. Kenna telling me the truth… But grandad. I can't live without you."

It wasn't much like Frank to really speak from the very bottom of his heart like this. If this had been just another ordinary day he wouldn't even have been able to. But this wasn't just an ordinary day, and Frank wasn't just another ordinary kid. And he needed his grandad. Now when he'd need to change schools, Eric Beverly Matthews was the only one that Frank had at all.

"I can't…" Frank silent when Eric tried to say something. "Live without you… either."

With that Frank jumped around and ran out into the hallway. "DR. JAY. DR. JAY" He shouted as loud and at such a fast pace as he possible could. "IT'S GRANDAD." Frank turned on his heel again and ran back into the room as the emergency alarm went off and nurses started hurrying towards the room. And Frank didn't even mind fighting the tears away any longer and he just let them come and they started spurting from his eyes.

But that was it with feelings that Frank showed for several hours. Dr. Jay had only fixed so Frank could stay until they knew if Eric was going to wake up and now when he was awake. Dr. Jay couldn't keep the work from going on any longer. There were one phone call after the other, and yet one nurse after the other coming in to talk to Frank that was just sitting holding onto Eric's hand while he went from comatose to very much awake. The last part just before one of the nurses came into the room in front of a man that looked sternly to Frank.

"Okay." The man, with blonde greying hair and a bored and serious expression on his face started speaking. "My name is Dominic Smalls and you may call me Mr. Smalls, I'm going to be your social worker and you will be coming with me now. We'll go home to your place and then I will take you to a place called Elm Tree House that will be your new home. And they are waiting for you there so we need to go now."

Frank sadly looked to his grandad who patted his shoulder. "It's okay Frank. We can still see each other even if we don't live together. As soon as the ice is melted after the winter and I'm out of this hospital I'll take you fishing. Okay?" Frank nodded, stood up and gave his grandad a hug and walked over to an impatient waiting Mr. Smalls who laid a hand on Frank's shoulder and led him out fo the room and out of the hospital and then to his car before he drove Frank to where he used to live with Eric. And as they pulled over Frank could see two people waiting on the porch for someone to come and open the door. One of them were standing, and the other one in a wheelchair.

When Frank stepped out of the car the woman turned the wheelchair around and Frank could see the girl in the chair was Frank's friend Marisol and she smiled. "Hello" She greeted happily, just like she always did. Even though speaking was hard for her. "I didn't see you at school the last day." She moved her hand as much as she possibly could to show Frank a wrapped present. "We wanted to give you this for leaving." Frank stepped over to her and Marisol's mum took the present and handed it to Frank. "It's Christmas day today. So you can open it now." Frank looked down on the package and then pulled the paper off.

Inside the wrapped present Frank found a photo frame with a picture of his old class. The frame was striped in red and white, and all of the people in the photo were wearing shirts with the colors and logo of Manchester United- Frank's favorite team.

"We all met after school one day to make you this. It was hard work to get Chris into the Man-U shirt since he votes for Chelsea. But he did it at last because he's your friend. We're all your friends. It's not going to be the same without you there Frank. What is it? Are you sad?"

Frank hadn't been able to hold it anymore. He hadn't cried when he realized he would finally get to switch schools. That was just so much fun. Not even when he realized that would mean that he would have to leave his old friends to do that. Not even when he stood by his grandpa's bed with Eric shaking and twitching. Not even when he knew what was wrong with Eric, not even when he didn't even know if his grandma was even going to make it he didn't shed a single tear.

But here and now in the Matthews's driveway, that soon wouldn't be the Matthews's anymore. It just became too much for Frank to bear and he buried his face in Marisol's shirt and tried to not let his sobs heard while tears were rolling from his eyes and dripping from his eyelashes and down on the soft fabric.

"Aw, Frankie. It's Christmas. You can't be sad today. Can you?" Frank looked back at Mr. Smalls and hoped that he'd get that Frank wanted him to tell Marisol and her mum. So that Frank wouldn't have to. But Mr. Smalls didn't get anything and Frank just cried it out for God knows how long, before he raised again and took a few deep breaths before he could speak again.

"I can't live with grandad anymore. He's ill. This is Mr. Smalls and he's taking me away to live at a care home. I wouldn't be coming back to your class anyway but. I want to say thank you for being my friends. Will you tell the others? Thank you."

"I will tell them." Marisol fought to lift her hand as much as she possibly could and stroke Frank's cheek when he still stood bent down. "I'm sorry you can't live with your grandad anymore. I know you really love him. Does this mean that your parents will come back?" Frank shook his head- his parents, Terry and Nicola had left once they found out he had Cerebral Palsy. And even if they wanted to come back there was no way he was letting them.

"I think we should better go and pack up Frank's things now." Mr. Smalls stated. "They're waiting for him at the care home." Mr. Smalls laid a hand on Frank's back. "So are you coming?" Frank glanced towards Mr. Smalls and then towards Marisol and her mum hoping that Mr. Smalls would get the wink- and this time he did. But the reply was still disappointing. "Sorry bud. I think it's the best if you and I just get into the house and pack everything up and leave. It was nice to meet you Mrs…."

"…Lionel. Mrs. Lionel." Marisol's mum replied and laid a hand on Frank's shoulder. "And I can help, I and my daughter knows Frank. You don't. My daughter and Frank has been best friends since preschool and believe me. If we could stay here with him until you leave it would be the best for everybody. Sir!" Mr. Smalls looked a bit confused from Mrs. Lionel to Frank and to Marisol before he answered Frank and finally had the reply everyone were hoping for.

"Fine then. Get inside all of you. You can come with me and help me pack up. Frank, you need to tell us what should be packed and what not. But I think we'll do the best if I and Mrs. Lionel do the packing. Everyone's got it?" Mr. Smalls looked from Frank to Mrs. Lionel and didn't even glance to Marisol. "Okay, then let's go inside."

Mr. Smalls was just glaring around him going inside and he pushed Mrs. Lionel away from her daughter's wheelchair and only glared at the woman when she tried to go against him and take charge over that. Marisol noticed and tried to say something but didn't have time before Mr. Smalls quickly put her chair by a chest in Frank's room… Frank's old room that would be. And pointed to Frank to sit down on the chest.

"Sit. Where have you got your bags?" Frank pointed to under his bed and Mr. Smalls looked to Mrs. Lionel who sat down on her knees and placed them on Frank's bed. "Should we just pack all of your clothes?" Frank hesitated, at least half of his clothes were too small or something he'd never even been wearing. But he nodded at last, he didn't want to start too much problems with Mr. Smalls- he didn't seem like a very nice man. Especially not when he was packing Frank's clothes and all the time glaring around him, especially on Mrs. Lionel.

Frank reached out his hand and took Marisol's hand in his. They had been sitting next to each other countless times in their desks at Frank's old school. Marisol had been his best friend for as long as he could remember but he had never dared to actually take her hand fearing what rumors that would start around the school.

But so here they sat. For what would most likely be the last time together they sat right up and down with their hands wrapped in each other's. And Frank didn't say a word, and neither did Marisol. Not even when Mrs. Lionel or Mr. Smalls asked him about something Frank spoke, he just pointed, nodded or shook his head. And way too soon all of Frank's things- all of his life was folded and pressed into an overfull suitcase, and an even more overfull duffel bag along with a backpack.

"Goodbye then Frankie." Marisol had seemed happy all the time, just like she always was. But when they were saying goodbye they all knew it could be for the last time. "We will all you miss you very much. I hope you end up with someone that is nicer than Mr. Smalls." Mr. Smalls just snorted at what she said and tried to pull Frank with him into the car but Mrs. Lionel stopped him and Frank tenderly hugged his best friend in the whole wide world.

"I will really miss you Frankie."

"I will miss you too."

In the car Mr. Dominic Smalls was drumming with his fingertips towards the steering wheel and glancing back at the two friends but being mostly annoyed by the fact that their goodbye was taking so much time as he just wanted to go home and see his own children for Christmas and these two spaz's were just ruining it all for him!

"…And I will never let anyone else call me Frankie." After what felt like forever to Mr. Smalls Frank said this and broke loose from Marisol. "And I will never have another best friend. You will be my best friend forever." Frank noticed the look on Mr. Smalls's face as he showed to Frank to get into the car, and then turned fully and without a look back he sat down in the back seta of Mr. Smalls's car and looked down for the whole one and half hour it took for Frank and Mr. Smalls to get from the Matthews's old house to a big house behind a sign that said 'Elm Tree House'

"Come on then." Mr. Smalls said grumpily and he got out of the car and got Frank's big suitcase from the back of the car while Frank grabbed his backpack and then Mr. Smalls rang the doorbell and threw Frank's bags into the house in front of the bald man who came and opened. "Just so you know, the next time you have someone that needs to get a ride for more than an hour on Christmas day. Don't call me. Merry Christmas… sir!" With that, Mr. Smalls turned and walked to his car and then sped out of Elm Tree House's driveway and out of Frank's life.

Well… Guess that was a way to get rid of a social worker too!

"Oh well." The bald man smiled kindly at Frank and showed him to come inside. "Don't mind about him. He's always like that and now hopefully I've gotten rid of him." The man smirked at Frank. "Anyway. You must be Frank. My name is Michael Milligan but you like everybody else are allowed to call me Mike. And nothing else then Mike. Merry Christmas. And Ray, can you take these bags up to Kyla's old room?"

A boy approximately one or two years older than Frank came half running over, nodded and grabbed the bags while a smaller and younger brown- haired girl was hanging in his heels. Also when he stopped to greet Frank.

"Hello, I'm Murray Murray- yes, it's both my first name and my last name. This is my sister Sheila Murray. Kyla used to live her but her dad came back. You're getting her old room. Merry Christmas." Murray smiled slightly and then headed up the stairs still with his sister hanging in his heels after every step he took.

"'ello. And merry Christmas." A boy with brown, tousled hair came over to Frank in the hallway and shook his hand. "Liam O'Donovan. And this is Susan." The red- haired girl that Liam O'Donovan s the ssteering wheel and sending a glance towards

"It's Suzie. Do NOT call me Susan. And the same goes for you, new boy." Suzie held up a square Christmas present. "I know coming to the dumping ground sucks. Especially on Christmas. But I know what's in this present and I already have loads of them so you can have it." Frank thanked her. "We opened our presents this morning, so you can open it right now if you want to." Frank nodded and lifted the lid off to find a whole brand new football. "My mum sends me one every year. So… you can have that one. I heard you say you liked footie so… see you." Susan turned around and ran down the hallway.

"Wanna play?" Liam took the football from Frank's hands and dropped it to the floor. "We can do it until Mike catches us playing in the hallway. Come on." Liam passed the ball to Frank and Frank couldn't resist the urge to not let Liam have the ball back. "Hey. You cheater." Frank was playing with the ball and Liam seemed in loss of what to do.

And in all of it Frank couldn't help but to actually feel happy.

Eric was going to be okay, Frank knew that. Frank had also learned what friends were real and who were not and decided to let the school he had planned to go to after Christmas holidays go anyway since he would be in another school district now, on top of it all this Liam- kid seemed pretty alright as well as Suzie and that guy Mike.

So maybe even though as far away from an ordinary one as anyone could possibly get it. This had just been a pretty good Christmas after all. After all, without Christmas and everything that had been going on. This would be just another ordinary day- maybe not to Frank. But heck, there were like seven billion other people on earth too.

So. This one was the last one of the ones that were there in Tracy Beaker returns. Next up will be Elektra.

Random fact

I didn't know the name of Frank's grandad. So I asked x snow- pony x. Then forgot to note it, so I forgot it and asked her again, then forgot to note it and asked her again hahaha. I promise I'm not that confused and forgetful 'whistles innocently'