Mend a Broken Heart

Chapter 1 - First Day

These first few chapters take place during season 3 of Waterloo Road, however, I will not be writing about any season 3 episodes as I want to develop Lola's storyline before I start writing about the episodes (which will be season 4).

Some background information about the story in general:

When each season starts, I will say so at the start of the chapter. As Lola gets older, so will the faceclaim. I don't have an upload schedule. I can get 3 chapters out one week, then don't put any more out for months. It depends on how much uni work I have to do. Be patient with me and don't give up on the story :)I've wanted to write this for nearly two years and I've only just started it now, so hopefully it's a good book because I've been working on these ideas for ages haha.

A bit of background information about season 3:

Brooke Hyland is my faceclaim for Lola. Lola will be 14, and so she'll be in year 9 at school. This is the same year as Josh, Finn, Lauren and Sam (only Lauren is in the story at this point, the others will come in later). Mika is in year 13, Chlo is in year 11. I'm not 100% sure about these ages in the show but for this story, that's how old they'll be (for season 3 anyway). I'm also going to be aging Bolton and Paul down, so they'll be one year younger than they are in the show. They'll be 15 as of now when the story starts.

That's all I have left to say! I really hope you enjoy the story!

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"Mum, where's my perfume?" I shouted, shoving the clutter on my desk out the way to try and spot it, even though I knew full well that she'd taken it again.

"Sorry, hun, it's in my room. I borrowed it," Mum called back. I rolled my eyes. She always 'borrowed' my perfume, my makeup, my clothes, my shoes, and she never gave them back unless I took them. It was so annoying. She was 32 trying to be 15 again. I went into her bedroom and looked on her dressing table, but the perfume bottle wasn't anywhere to be seen. I could smell it in the air though. She'd definitely used it. A lot of it. I began searching through all the drawers to try and find where she'd put it. Knowing her, she probably put it somewhere hard to find on purpose so that she could keep it. As I was searching, I pulled out a photo which was stuffed under some t-shirts. It was crumpled and folded, and I wondered why it had just been dumped in her clothes drawer. I unfolded it, and frowned. The picture was clearly taken a long time ago, as my mum looked like she was only a few years older than me. She had a drink in her hand, obviously alcoholic knowing her, and she was kissing the cheek of a man. He looked around the same age as her. He also had a drink in his hand and he was smiling. Upon closer inspection, I noticed they were holding hands. I started to get butterflies in my tummy as my mind came up with an almost impossible thought. Is that my dad? No, don't be stupid, Lola. I shook that thought out of my mind and decided to give up looking for the perfume. I went back to my room and sprayed extra deodorant to make up for the lack of perfume.

"Lola! Hurry up, you're gonna be late!" Mum called impatiently, "You don't wanna be late on your first day!" Ugh, my first day at Waterloo Road. My old school closed down, and by that point, most of the pupils had left anyway. At first, I had friends there, but me being me, I ended up pushing them away. I couldn't help it. Everyone hated me there after a while. Well, everyone except Zane. He didn't hate me, but I sure as hell hated him. But that's a story for another day. I grabbed the bubblegum packet from my desk and stuffed it in my pocket, before swinging my bag over my shoulder and going downstairs.

"Have some breakfast! It's pizza leftover from last night!" Mum exclaimed.

"That's great, Mum. I've gotta go," I said sarcastically, opening the front door.

"You've got to eat it, don't be ungrateful! Don't you want a lift?" She whined. I rolled my eyes and slammed the door behind me. She sounded like a child, and she acted like one too.