Lauren Bennet, a rebellious teen, has hit the last straw with her parents 6 schools in one year. They decide to send her to military school, this makes Lauren worse, and there decisions could lead to something that could make Lauren known.


2. Conseqeunce.

I lay with my back propped up against my bed. Music enloped my emotions. Swedish House Mafia, I love them. There original, uncopyed, unlike some cliche group. I began to tap my feet to the beat of the music, my right ankle was swollen and mellow tinted colour covered the ankle section. I'd managed to get off today, it was fairly easy, Mum's always busy with work, so I just said I felt ill, like taking candy from a baby in a way. As I sat my mind falshed back to last night...

After I'd began to run, I headed for the school gates. I quickly stabbed my foot into the fence pulling myself up to climb over, my bag clawed onto the gate. I shurgged it off, leaving it there, it was pointless now. I poised myself ready to jump off, landing clumsily on my bad ankle. I yelped as a jabbing pain inched up my leg. I began to jog again, down the pavement, it was busy, London always is, as I got nearer town I slowed down to a jog wanting to be causual. Gritting my teeth against the pain in my ankle, I turned down the twitten ( a small cut through to my house). I got to my house a few minutes later, I easily climbed up the tree on the front lawn, it grazed against my hands.Edging my way slowly along the top branch placing one foot onto the slated roof I pushed the window open which I had left open earlier, I slid in.

Thinking back now, I reliase how close I'd come to getting caught, I hadn't planned an excuse if I had got caught, I imagined the faces of my parents, the expression I see much to often, shame. Having to be plucked out a prison cell for the third time. Maybe without a warning, maybe something more.

"Lauren!" My mums harsh voice interupted my train of thought. It was yelled, with force. The shrill echoed over my Music ringing around the room. I'd heard that tone before. This is not good. I slowly got up from my bed, my head was swimming, clumsily I dragged my forlon feet down the stairs. My mum greeted me with a cold face. I carried on into the lounge, I wasn't expecting face this. My cat-green eyes stared into a harsh policemans. In his butch hands he carried a bag, a bag with my name on.

"At 11 o'clock last night, we recieved a call claiming there had been a break in at Bridgewood school, do you know anything about that?" The policeman stated, I hated the way he stood there, like he knows everything, like he owns this place, correction this my house. I blanked him completely, I sat down on the Sofa and grabbed for the remote, he was alread there. He snatched it out my hands. I closed my eyes, breathing out, trying to control the bubble of anger from erupting. "Do you know anything about that?" He repeated again. His eyes widening at my boring expression. We sat there the three of us, the Policeman, Mum and me for ten minuted no-one talking, I gave in.

"No I don't." I said sulkily avoiding his eye contact.

"How come we found this trapped on the side gate?" He thrust the bag in my face.

"From school yesterday." I said, "I lost it." I muttered again, still avoiding his eye contact.

"We can do fingerprint samples, we can see if it was you or not, so if you did break in, tell me now." The policeman forced me to look at him. I stayed silent. I'm gunna get in so much shit for this I thought to myself.

"I broke in, I died the swimming pool, and you know what? I don't give a fuck." I yelled at the policeman, he looked shocked at my outburst. Standing back a few steps. My mum stood up coming towards me, the look of dissappintment, which I'd seen one to many times plastered over her face.

"Why did you do it? You'll get expelled once again, 6 schools in one year Lauren, that is not good!" My mum shouted in my face. I shrugged, probably not the best thing to do.

"I'm calling your Dad and there will be consqeunces." Mum finished with before storming out to the phone, the policeman followed. Consequences, the word lingered in my brain, there would be consequences, but worse than I thought they would be. 


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