The Revelations of Meg Scott-Reese

Needs editing! The Lollipop Brigade. That's what Meg nicknames the gang of popular girls at her high school. They've made Meg's life hell and stopped her from having any friends. That's until Damien appears. But what if there is more to the Lollipop Brigade than meets the eye?


10. Chapter Ten


      Have you ever noticed how noisy the rain is when you are trying to sleep? Well I noticed that night.  

      It may have been the rain or the fact that I was excited about playing the demo for the new Crystal Kingdom game, or the fact that I was nervous about Nurse Martin's funeral or that I was still having horrible flashbacks of the Hall of Mirrors incident.

      Though, it was most probably a combination of all of the above.

      So I woke up Monday morning as my alarm went off, after having another bad night’s sleep, and with a groan dragged myself out of bed.

      I dressed in smart black trousers, and a navy long sleeved top in preparation of the funeral in the afternoon.

      I walked to school with Damien, who was dressed in dark smart clothes too, and our conversation was sparse and sombre.

      Geography and English passed quickly and composed of my teachers talking away for minutes on end before writing countless notes on the board.

      Next was P.E. and I successfully managed to avoid the Lollipop Brigade, though I caught several of them glaring at me.

      French flew by and then it was lunch.

      After eating our lunches, Damien and I walked to the front of the school where a bus was waiting for the students that were attending Nurse Martin's funeral.

      We boarded the bus and waited until the bus was full before leaving.


      The only times I had ever been to Lakeside Church previously had been for school visits. It seemed odd now, stepping off the school bus knowing that this wasn't a school trip.

      Nurse Martin's husband and daughter were stood by the church door holding hands.

      I felt my breath catch in my throat at the thought that neither of them would ever see the person they loved most in the world ever again. It reminded me of the fact that I had never truly met my mother or father and tears formed in my eyes.

      Damien's hand found mine and he squeezed it reassuringly. I felt my heart grow at his kindness and smiled at him in appreciation.

      Our hands separated as we walked over to Nurse Martin's family.

      Principal Walsh spoke to them first.

      I didn't really know what to say when it was my turn to speak to them, but I told them how much Nurse Martin had helped me and that we would all miss her.

      I waited as Damien said some words to Nurse Martin's husband and daughter, and then we entered the church.


      The ceremony was beautiful, and I'm not ashamed to say that I cried, especially when Nurse Martin's husband and daughter both gave their speeches.

      I found out Nurse Martin's first name, it was Fiona.

      Principal Walsh gathered all us students outside the church and thanked us for coming, and dismissed us saying that we could have the rest of the afternoon off.

      I turned to Damien. "What do you want to do?" I asked as we walked away from the church. 

      He shrugged. "I really don't mind. Do you want to go for a drink?"

      "Yeah, that will be nice." I smiled, feeling sad from the funeral.


      Half an hour later and Damien and I were sat in Cafe Aroma, hot chocolates sat in front of us on the table.

      I grabbed a spoon and ate the cream from the top of my hot chocolate.

      "I hate funerals." Damien muttered, as he stirred his drink. "They make you feel all depressed for ages afterwards."

      "Have you been to many funerals?" I asked.

      He nodded. "Grandparents."

      "Oh, that was the first funeral I've been to." I said, eating more cream. I just love cream, it always makes me feel so much better, and I have no idea why.

      Damien obviously didn't know what to say, and so remained silent.

      I smiled. "But I'm glad that you were with me."

      He returned my smile, and I felt my heart twinge. I waited to see if it was going to happen again, worried that I was going to have a heart attack or something. But no, there were no more twinges.

      I frowned silently to myself wondering what had occurred.


      When we had finished our drinks Damien and I walked home and said goodbye for the day.

      As both Aaron and Claire were at work, I was home alone and got to sort through that days post.  

      There were several letters for Claire and Aaron that looked suspiciously like bills, as well as some junk mail. The biggest surprise though was that there was a letter for me, which is surprising because I hardly ever get mail. This letter was thin and quite light and had only 'Meg Scott-Reese' handwritten on the envelope, there was no address.

      Intrigued I opened the letter and gasped in surprise at the contents; inside there were ten crisp twenty pound notes.

      My eyes grew wide as my mouth fell slightly ajar.

      "Two hundred pounds..." I murmured.

      I took the notes out of the envelope and a piece of white paper fell out. I bent down and picked it up, before reading it. On the paper there were only nine curly, handwritten words: 'A small token to make up for lost time'.

      I frowned totally and utterly confused. "What?" I whispered.

      Who could have sent me this, and why? It didn't make any sense at all.

      I groaned my brain hurting.

      Should I show this to Aaron and Claire? I wasn't sure. I grabbed my phone and text Damien asking if he could come over.


      Five minutes later and Damien was holding the paper note.

      "A small token to make up for lost time." He read, before handing me back the note.

      "What does it mean?" I asked him. "And why would they give me two hundred pounds?"

      Damien ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know it's so odd. Maybe it’s a lost relative?"

      "But how would they have found out my name and where I live? Why wouldn't they come and talk to me instead of being secretive?" I rested my head on my arms. "It doesn't make sense."

      "Are you going to tell Claire and Aaron?" He asked.

      I bit my lip. "I don't know. Do you think I should?"

      He shrugged. "It's up to you. What are you going to do with the money?"

      "I really don't know. I don't feel as if I've earned it, you know? I might give it to charity."

      Damien nodded. "Well someone obviously wants you to have it, but it's up to you what you do with it."


      Damien left not long after that, and I still didn't know what to do about the money despite his oh so very helpful words of wisdom (I'm being sarcastic in case you can't tell).

      I decided to go swimming at the Lakeside Public Swimming Pool, hoping that some exercise would help to clear my mind.

      I felt a lot more relaxed afterwards but I still didn't know what to do about the money, so as soon as I got back home I put the money and note back in the envelope, which I put in the back of one of my desk draws.


      Surprisingly I slept a lot better that night, and felt refreshed Tuesday morning.

      Sara seemed to be in a particularly foul mood that day, and during P.E. which I had after Science, she seemed to go even more out of her way than usual to make everybody’s lives miserable. I shall give you some examples; she tripped several people up, resulting in Mrs. Goff commenting on how clumsy everyone was today. Sara also pushed people out of the way as well as elbowing them in the ribs. I was surprised that I managed to escape unscathed from the P.E. lesson.

      Unfortunately the next time I encountered Sara was a different matter.

      Damien and I were sat in the library at lunch after having eaten our lunches, as it was raining outside.

      We were browsing the shelves looking for a book each to read, when all of a sudden as I walked around a corner to the next row of bookshelves, I was confronted by a fierce looking Sara, and an upset looking Hayley Conner (do you remember her? She's the goody-two-shoes turned Lollipop, and sits next to me in Art).

      Sara stopped mid-sentence and glared at me.

      Hayley looked surprised to see me, and rather worried.

      With a feral snarl, Sara shoved me aside and into the bookcase.

      I fell aside with a yelp and flinched as my hip hit the wooden bookcase, before landing on the floor in a very unladylike and ungraceful heap on the floor.

      Sara sneered down at me and I glared back at her.

      Sara then strode off, Hayley trying to keep up with her.

      As they vanished I heard Sara say. "You can't just keep on wondering off like that..."

      Damien appeared and helped me to my feet. "What happened?" He asked, gazing at me in concern.

      I rubbed my hip, which I knew was going to have a nice big purple bruise on it in the morning. "Sara happened."

      "Ah, I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you."

      I gave a small laugh as I straightened all the books that had become dislodged from my being pushed into the bookcase. "Yeah, some bodyguard you are."

      He smiled. "I like to think of myself as more of a knight in shining armour."

      "Really? Well the next time I need rescuing, you had better turn up and save me."

      Damien said that he would, and we eventually sat down after finding books to read.


      The next lesson after lunch was English.

      Mrs. Cowell entered the room informing us that we would be working in pairs for the whole lesson.

      I immediately turned and looked up at Damien, who smiled at me. 

      But any joy that I was feeling soon disappeared when Mrs. Cowell informed us all that she would be separating us into pairs.

      I groaned inwardly, knowing that there was no way Mrs. Cowell would put Damien and I into a pair.

      Guess what? I was right. Now can you guess who I got paired with? Yes that's right, none other than my arch-enemy the lovely, Lollipop Brigade leader, Miss Sara Hills.

      Sara looked at me in disgust as she swopped places with Damien, who had been paired with Angel Pebble, and moved her seat as far away from me as possible without making Mrs. Cowell suspicious.

      Mrs. Cowell walked around the classroom and handed us all copies of the play that we were going to see on Friday, telling us that during the lesson we were annotate the play, and to find all the similes and metaphors and whatnot.

      I immediately set to work, keeping my eyes on the paper in front of me, silently screaming at being so close to Sara and feeling her eyes boring a hole through my skin.

      I could hear Sara texting away on her phone, and was annoyed that I was having to do all the work, but there was no way I was going to confront her about it; I didn't have a death wish.

      Mrs. Cowell approached us and Sara quickly hid her phone, and pretended to be reading her copy of the play.

      "How is it going girls?" Mrs. Cowell asked, hovering by our desks. She leaned over my shoulder and peered at what I had written. "Mm, yes well done, Meg you're doing well so far." She turned to Sara and saw that she hadn't written anything. "Ah, Sara you do know that this is a pair activity, you can't just expect Meg to do all the work and then take all the credit." With a tut Mrs. Cowell walked off.

      Sara kicked me under the table and I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying anything to her, or from gasping from the pain.

      I took a deep breath and starting working again.

      Sara snatched my paper away and started to copy the notes I had made, giving me another kick, but this one was in the shin this time.

      Counting to ten inside my head, I looked around and saw Damien and Angel in deep conversation.      From what I could hear it seemed that Damien was trying to explain to Angel what a metaphor was.

      Eventually Sara gave me back my copy of the play, so I finished off the work, before sliding my paper warily across the table to Sara who glared at me, and started copying the notes.

      I was relieved beyond words when the bell rang, and quickly packed away my things, earning yet another kick from Sara. I practically ran outside into the corridor and waited for Damien.

      "How was it?" He asked as we walked to our next classes.

      I groaned. "Awful, I ended up doing all the work, plus she kept on kicking me under the desk. What about you?"

      He smiled. "Well once you get past the 'lol'-ing, Angel's a pretty alright person."

      I raised an eyebrow but said nothing; I would have to see that for myself before I could believe it. 

      Damien and I went off to our different classes, me to French and him to I.T.


      I had work after school, and so walked by myself into town.

      It seemed so weird being alone again, after spending so much time with Damien.

      The shop was surprisingly busy during my three hour shift, and I spent most of my time serving customers.

      I was relieved when it was time for me to go home, and hopped into Aaron's waiting car gratefully.

      "Busy day?" He asked.

      I nodded, suppressing a yawn. "Very, I don't think I've ever seen it that busy before."

      Aaron laughed. "I bet Anna was happy then."

      I smiled, recalling the gleeful look on Anna's face. "Yes, she was."

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