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Authors: Non Pratt

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Trouble

BOOK: Trouble
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Contents

First

Wednesday 30th September

Friday 2nd October

Sunday 4th October

Monday 5th October

Tuesday 6th October

Friday 9th October

Monday 12th October

Friday 16th October

Thursday 22nd October

Friday 23rd October

Saturday 24th October Half-Term

Tuesday 27th October Half-Term

Wednesday 28th October Half-Term

Thursday 29th October Half-Term

Friday 30th October Half-Term

Monday 2nd November

Thursday 5th November Bonfire Night

Friday 13th November

Saturday 14th November

Monday 23rd November

Friday 11th December

Second

Friday 18th December Last Day Of Term

Thursday 24th December Christmas Eve

Friday 25th December Christmas Day

Saturday 26th December Boxing Day

Sunday 27th December

Friday 1st January New Year’s Day

Tuesday 5th January

Thursday 7th January

Friday 8th January

Saturday 9th January

Sunday 10th January

Friday 15th January

Saturday 16th January

Monday 18th January

Friday 22nd January

Saturday 23rd January

Monday 25th January

Wednesday 3rd February

Tuesday 9th February

Saturday 13th February Half-Term

Sunday 14th February Half-Term

Saturday 20th February Half-Term

Tuesday 23rd February

Wednesday 24th February

Wednesday 3rd March

Saturday 6th March

Friday 12th March

Thursday 18th March

Friday 19th March

Tuesday 23rd March

Third

Friday 26th March

Thursday 1st April

Friday 2nd April Good Friday

Saturday 3rd April Easter Weekend

Tuesday 6th April Easter Holidays

Friday 9th April Easter Holidays

Tuesday 13th April Easter Holidays

Wednesday 14th April Easter Holidays

Thursday 15th April Easter Holidays

Wednesday 21st April

Sunday 2nd May Bank Holiday Weekend

Saturday 8th May

Tuesday 18th May

Saturday 22nd May

Sunday 23rd May

Monday 24th May

Saturday 5th June

Monday 7th June

Wednesday 9th June

Thursday 10th June 3.07 A.M.

For my mum, to whom I’d turn in a heartbeat

FIRST

WEDNESDAY 30
TH
SEPTEMBER

HANNAH

So I had sex with Fletch again last night. It was all right, better than last time anyway, and Fletch is a laugh. And he’s not so bad-looking … although not so good without his clothes on. We didn’t cuddle afterwards – that’s not really how it is with us. We were dressed and downstairs with our History books open by the time his mum came in, although you could tell she didn’t buy it the way she gave me evils when Fletch’s little brother ran over to show me the crown he’d made at school. Whatever. She might think she knows me by looking at the length of my skirt, but it’s her youngest son who’s got me sussed. Kids see all the way to your soul. What you wear and how you look mean nothing to them.

I showered as soon as I got in. No one questioned me about it. Why would they? I shower a lot. Mum asked me about my homework, so I lied, but she asked to see it and we had a fight. There was a lot of screaming (her), a few tears (her) and finally a grudging “I’ll do it after
EastEnders
” (me – although I wished she’d offered to do it). I never even got started I was so knackered.

This morning I’d planned to get it done before school, but Lola threw a tantrum because she’d already eaten all her favourite cereals from the variety pack. Mum’s attempt to make it better by adding chocolate milk to cornflakes was an epic fail and Lola ended up spilling half of it on her uniform as she poured it in the bin. Guess who had to clean it up? I barely had time to grab my cold toast as Robert hustled us out and into the car.

I’ve no choice but to do my homework now.

Robert holds off for all of five minutes before it starts.

“I thought you did that last night?”

“Well, I didn’t,” I say, my eyes still on the worksheet I’ve got flattened on my thigh. Despite Lola’s tuneless singing in the back I hear Robert take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You lied to your mother.”

“No, I didn’t. I said I’d do it after
EastEnders
– this
is
after
EastEnders
, isn’t it?”

“Don’t be so clever.”

I nearly point out that clever is exactly what everyone
does
want me to be, but I don’t want a fight.

“She just wants what’s best for you.”

“Mm-hm,” I reply, my lips a tight line as I bite down on any more comebacks.

“You need to stop being so hard on your mum, Hannah,” he says, tapping the indicator with his middle finger.

“She needs to stop being so hard on me,” I reply.

I swear I just heard a sigh.

“It’s true,” I say. “She’s always on at me about something.”

“She loves you. She worries about you.” It’s only because Lola’s too young for them to worry about – give her another ten years and she’ll be getting the same shit as me.

“Tell her not to bother.”

That was
definitely
a sigh. “Perhaps if you tried applying yourself to your school work a little more…”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“You spend so much time out with Katie and …” I look up to see a frown crease his forehead. He has no idea who else I spend time with and opts for a lame “… your friends. And your marks aren’t what they should be.”

“Should they be more like Jay’s?” I say, changing a “4” to a “7” in my last answer. Now it just looks like a weird Chinese symbol.

Robert rubs the gap between his eyebrows with two fingers – a sure sign he’s sick of the conversation. “I don’t want you comparing yourself to him.”

We all know why. Robert might have the perfect son, but Mum certainly hasn’t got the perfect daughter.

I write over the “7” again. It looks even worse now.

By the time we’ve dropped Lola off at her school and pulled up near the front of Kingsway I’ve done enough to get by, although I’ll get some snarky comment about presentation when I hand it in. I tell Robert that I’ll be going round to Katie’s after school and open the door, swinging it straight into some boy walking past.

“Sorry,” I say once I’ve got out and slammed the door shut.

“No worries.” It’s Aaron Tyler, the new History teacher’s son. He looks through me, an elastic-band smile stretching tightly across his face for a second before pinging back into nothing as he carries on walking down to the school.

I watch him for a moment. He’s quite fit behind that tucked-in shirt and perfect-length tie. Anyone else would get flak for looking so smart, but there’s something in the way he wears it that stops anyone – even the basketball boys – from taking the piss. He only started this term, like his dad did, and there are plenty of rumours about why Aaron Tyler’s moved schools halfway through his GCSEs. Gideon reckons he’s gay and got bullied – I reckon that’s just wishful thinking. I asked Katie what she thought, but she wasn’t interested in why he’d left, only whether she was in with a chance. Although I know she googled him after that to see if she could find anything. She didn’t, but, knowing her, she wouldn’t have bothered reading beyond the first page. She’s not
that
interested in him.

My phone beeps a text. Katie. Obviously.

U shag Fletch again??? Hes giving ur “homework” session 10/10!

AARON

Like the over-enthusiast he is, Dad’s signed up to champion Kingsway’s healthy eating initiative and so I, as his son, must set an example and choose one of the flavourless concoctions offered up in the school canteen:

*  lasagne made with something that has more in common with cat litter than cat food

OR

*  a dish of unknown origin that claims it MAY CONTAIN NUTS.

Interesting how it’s more important to tell me what
might
be in it, than what
is
in it. I go for the lasagne just as someone reaches across to grab a bread roll.

“Sorry, mate.” It’s Stewart Fletcher – Fletch. I don’t like him. He spends a lot of time bragging, and the rest checking out his over-gelled hair in any surface that yields the slightest reflection. He’s doing it now in the glass screens above the hotplates.

I edge my tray further along and listen in to his conversation.

“She came round to mine last night and we … you know.”

Really? I find it hard to imagine why anyone would want to have sex with someone who uses that much hair product.

“… top marks …” His tray wobbles and I catch his bread roll before it lands in my lunch. I hand it back, but he’s too busy telling his story to notice. “… not a surprise that Hannah Sheppard knows how to have a good time.”

Hannah Sheppard. I’ve heard that name before now and I’ve noticed who it belongs to – the girl who tried to take me out with a car door this morning.

“Dude. Why are you telling me this?” It’s the boy Fletch is talking to. “What is it about my expression that implies I give a fairy’s fart?”

I glance up to see a boy from my class deliver a deadpan unimpressed face. I catch his eye and he winks so fast that Fletch misses it. As I stand and look for somewhere I can read my book and deter anyone from talking to me, Fletch shoves past muttering something that sounds like “useless gay boy”.

“That’s me he’s talking about.” Fletch’s erstwhile companion pauses next to me. “I’m Gideon.”

Usually I see him with Anjela Ojo, who sits in front of me in Spanish, but I’ve never talked to either of them.

“I’m Aaron,” I say, the tray curtailing my handshake reflex.

“I know who you are.” He grins quickly as I hear someone call my name from a table behind us. It’s a lad called Rex. I was allocated to his bench in ICT and last lesson I sent him a link that made him laugh so hard he cried. It’s great that he thinks I’m so funny, only I’m really not. I turn back to say something to Gideon, but he’s already gone.

That makes sense. Rex is one of the basketball boys and they’re not known for being friendly. I’m surprised he’s even acknowledging me, let alone waving me over to sit with him and all his friends. Rex is opposite Tyrone Reed, captain on – and off – the court. Seeing them together, I notice how Rex is practically a negative image of his best friend, right down to the black stud that contrasts against his left earlobe, versus the glittering diamond Tyrone wears in his right. The only thing to ruin the illusion is the fact that Rex is about six inches shorter.

“All right,” Tyrone says to me.

“Here.” Rex uses his foot to push out the only empty seat and Tyrone gives the barest hint of a nod. I sit down and think better of taking my book out of my pocket. No one here would appreciate the irony of me reading
The Outsiders
in this situation.

There are no introductions. I’m expected to know who everyone is, but beyond Rex and Tyrone, I don’t. It’s not exactly like I’m interested.

“What’s it like having lessons with your dad?” Rex asks as I poke my lunch half-heartedly. The pasta’s so tough my fork doesn’t even leave a dent.

“I’m not taking History,” I say.

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