Lola-Leigh (Tracy Beaker Returns Liam o'Donovan love story)

Chapter 8

It's been a month since I first started causing trouble here at Elm Tree, and I'm surprisingly feeling amazing about it. Despite all the drama, I've never felt so warmed and liked by such a close group of people, and honestly it's a feeling I could definitely get used to. I know when I first started this, I warned everybody that getting too attached can cause you more harm in the long run, and I do still stand by that, but there's something about Elm Tree House that has me wanting to turn a new corner in my life, and just be like one of the kids here and have some fun. It's made me realise that life's not all about fighting everybody off and distancing yourself from the world, it's about making friendships, building bridges and living your life to the full.

Aside from my soppy emotional well-being, I've still got some issues which I should probably deal with before they get any worse. I've still got a court date to face with my besties from Burneywood, and I haven't decided who I'm going to take for support as recommended by Suzanne. I've also now got an entire army of bitches and fuck boys on my back at school, after I failed to lower myself to the ever desired standard of sleeping with Ethan Brookside. My music playlist is starting to bore me, I have no suitable clothing to wear for my court date AND I've snogged my imaginary half brother who I have to face every. Single. Day.

Positive vibes!

Turning my speakers on to maximum volume, I start to sing-or scream- the words to one of my favrioute songs Rape Me by Nirvana.

'AM I THE ONLYYY ONEEEE AMMMMMM I THE ONLYYY ONEEEE AMMMMMM I THE ONLY ONEEEEEEEEEE' I sing at the top of my lungs, while jumping round my room and head bopping at every appropriate moment.

Suddenly Harry bursts into my room. I speedily run over to my speaker and turn the volume onto mute.

'Jeff wants to listen to your music, too.' Harry says, coming in and sitting on my bed with the giraffe poised carefully next to him.

'Ahhh, erm. I don't think Jeff would like my music Harry...' I stumble, trying to find excuses not to have Harry repeating every curse word in the book to Mike and Gina. 'How about you go and find Saphire and play hide and seek?' I question. He looks down at the floor.

'Shes gone to her boyfriends house.' Harry sighs, and I raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

'Maybe we should keep that between us then eh Harry?' I say, knowing full well that Saphire was supposed to be in town with her 'mates.' Just as I'm explaining this to Harry, Tracy walks into my room.

'There you are Harry! Are you all ready for swimming?' Tracy asks, as Harry shakes his head.

'I don't like swimming Tracccyyyyy.' He whines, as Tracy reminds him about the importance of not drowning in the rain and also entertaining the other kids in the house.

'Tell you what Harry, when you get back me and you will play Elephfun In The living room. Deal?' I question, as Harry jumps up and down and runs away with Tracy to fetch his stuff.

its the usual Saturday morning routine at Elm Tree. At eight thirty, all the kids magically wake up and start screaming and arguing about who's in the bathroom first. At ten am, they all start the big fuss about swimming lessons, always five minutes behind the time scheduled for them to leave the house so as they atnt late. At twelve, they return and start arguing about what's for lunch. At two, the fuss of 'what should we do tonight' begins until somebody comes up with a brilliant plan on how to waste our allowances, usually at the cinema, and we all charge out and run home to be back for seven pm. Obviously, that's not the curfew for me and Liam, but I haven't been out properly since the attack to try and avoid any further trouble.

The house falls silent, only the sound of Mike chanting down the phone to heard through the whole house. Just as I'm closing my eyes ready to take a nap, Liam bursts into my room.