Sinead Hutchinson - Waterloo Road

Chapter 14 - Brown File.

A/N - Sorry for slow uploads, got alot of coursework that needs finishing and handing in before the half term that is coming up next week, after the 13th February I should be regularly updating this story and hopefully I get ideas for new ones (I'm a huge fan of Eastenders, Waterloo Road, Hollyoaks and Holby City so they will mainly be baised around one of those. However hopefully I can make something up from the top of my head😊 )
Thankyou - Chantel💖
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Nobody shouted after me or followed me, even when they went out nobody told me where they were going and just shut the door. I quietly opened my bedroom door a little to double check they were certainly gone, which they were. I walked down the stairs and into the dining room to see if they had left the laptop open. They hadn't and I couldn't even work out how to turn it on. Someone knocked on the door and I jumped up, startled, and looked out of the window. It was Justin, he was standing at the door and he smiled at me when I waved through the window. I shut the lid on the laptop and walked into the hallway to open the front door, checking my hair in the mirror on the way.
"Hey," He beamed.
"I need your help with something," I immedietly said, pulling him inside and closing the door behind him. "Wait in the living room," I then said, pointing to the door opposite the front one. I bound up the stairs and opened my school bag which was lying on the desk chair, I pulled the brown file out which was labled 'Sinead' and took it downstairs.
"What's that?" Justin curiously asked. I placed it on the coffee table in front of him,
"If I tell you something, you can't tell anyone," I begged, sitting on the sofa beside him.
"I swear," He smiled, that made me happy since I felt I really could trust him.
"I found this, at lunch when Mum wanted me in the science room," I began. "That's my name there, 'Sinead'. I don't know what's written inside but I need you to read it for me, because I never learnt to read or write," I whispered shamefully.
"Who else knows about this?" He gasped.
"I told Bonnie today, she guessed since I didn't do any work and I asked if I could have hers," I whispered.
"Pass the file here," Justin demanded and I passed it over, he opened it and bent the spine backwards so it would stay open properly.
He read:

*File*

Sinead Hutchinson, attended two different primary schools, both for a short period of time. Also attended three different high school but was regularly found unattending. Wellfare became increasing wary of Sinead's truency, when got to the bottom of the situation in 2013 it was found Sinead's carer wasn't able to pay the school funds, since her job was demanding alot of her personal money and on top of that her pay was cut by 50% in 2014. Since it wasn't illegal for Sinead not to be at school nobody else was involved in this situation, however, Sinead was offered a tutor which was more than half the price of her school fees but things didn't work out. Sinead Hutchinson's truency was first suspected to be her rebelling against what her Mother, Lorna Hutchinson, had done to her when she was younger, abandoning her to furfill her dream of becoming a teacher. At all five schools, teachers and members of staff have reported that Sinead seems keen to learn and that for the short few months she was in education she was always clean, well mannered and enthusiastic.

*File*

"That's it really," Justin muttered, flicking through a few more pages but it was really just the same old rubbish that was on the first page but repeated in more detail.
"If Mum knew this, that my Grandma couldn't afford to give me the education I wanted, why did she go in a huff over a video earlier?" I sighed, pretty much talking to myself.
"What to do you mean?" Justin wondered.
"The hotel, my Grandma's, it had a facebook page and they uploaded a video about me when I left and Mrs Mulgrew and Miss McFall seen it aswell but Mum was asking me utter rubbish like Joyce was ment to be looking after me not letting me do rubbish all day," I moaned and he laughed.
"What are parents like, eh?" He joked but really his parents seemed like the perfect ones, I wouldn't have minded switching any day of the week.
"You're parents are perfect, I wouldn't mind switching," I smirked.
"My Mum was in a mental hospital a few months ago, she was stressed from her divorce from my Dad and she was full time looking after me and my brother, Leo. My Dad's just my Dad. He acts like head teacher at school and at home. What's Miss Hutchinson really like?" He asked.
"She comes across as nice, like when she bought you and Bonnie crisps the other day that was nothing. She just kind of keeps looking down at me and she rarely talks to be unless I'm in bother," I hissed, trying not to get angry. "The whole reason I am here is because I want to learn, I want to read and write and if it was to make friends and get a good bond with my mother then that's just a bonus. But so far when her Mum told me that Lorna was selfish and arrogant I didn't believe her, now I wish I had stayed in Spain," I ranted.
"Ring her, tell her the truth," Justin suggested.
"Joyce worries, she can't know I'm unhappy she'll drag me back to Spain and I'll be stuck behind a desk or in a bar for the rest of my life," I smirked and Justin smirked back. I looked at Justin in the eye and shyly looked away,
"I'm always here for you," He smiled, opening his arms for a hug.
"Likewise," I laughed, placing my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.

I could hear his heart rapidly beatting against his chest and I looked up, Justin was already looking down. I slowly leaned in and kissed him on the lips before pulling away. I stood up awkwardly.
"Do you want a drink?" I asked and I quickly walked into the kitchen without hearing his reply. I turned around and he was in the doorway smiling like a fool. I knew what I wanted and walked towards him. Kissing him passionatly I pushed him against the hallway wall. He pulled away and grabbed my hand, pulling me up to the top of the stairs where he began kissing my neck. I pushed my bedroom door open and began unbuttoning his pants and he pulled my top over my head and un did my bra. We were still kissing and we fell onto my bed, which was a single one and quite tricky to get comfortable on. Neither of us had to force anything and for us it was very romantic and very unexpected.

I swore to myself when I left Spain I wouldn't be this easy to get into bed with anymore, I couldn't be a little tart but Justin had to be an acception, right? I hated myself for having to get off with boys to make me feel good about myself but in the passion of everything I loved every second of it.