Hey guys, I'm back with another story. I know you guys prefer female-orentated stories so I've been thinking and this kind of just happened.
Hope you enjoy - reviews are always welcome. X

Waterloo Road - The name written on the red-brick building in front of her.
It was a cold autumn morning and the sun had only just risen as a mist lay on the fields beyond the school.
As it was early, there were only a few students wandering into the empty building, Taylor guessed that they probably had no better place to go - a life that she could only imagine as she stood by the gates blasting Blondie through her headphones. Wearing her doc martins and leather jacket which was thrown over her new uniform.

...

As she made her way into the school, she got this immense sense of belonging. This could be the first day of a new life for her.
A jovial faced woman was sat at the desk in the school's office.

"Can I help you?"

Taking out her headphones, Taylor offered the woman her enrolment letter. "I'm Taylor Moore."

"Of course, the new girl. Mrs Mulgrew is waiting for you-" the woman gestured to the office behind her- "Did your parents not want to come in?"

"Oh no, they're... busy. I'm fine by myself thanks."

Mrs Mulgrew's office was very large and spacious - but not half as big as some of the offices of the more 'posh' schools that she had been to.

"Taylor! Lovely to meet you! Take a seat." Mrs Mulgrew was stood by her desk. "Sonya, can you get Imogen up here please?"

...

The meeting with Mrs Mulgrew was only short, there wasn't much to be said, so soon, Taylor was being given a tour of the school by Imogen who was in her year and form group.

"What brings you to Waterloo Road?"

"My parents work internationally I used to go to boarding school but I really didn't like it there. A friend of my parents knew about the schoolhouse and suggested that we get in touch with the school, so here I am."

"Oh right, I'm sure you'll like it here," she thought that the girl seemed pretty nice.

Imogen gestured to a classroom on their right. "This is our form room."

Taylor looked in through the window at the side. At the front stood a man with dark, curly hair and a woman with sunglasses perched on top of her ginger hair.

"That's Mr Lowsley and Miss Spark. Mr Lowsley is our form tutor and Miss Spark teaches us science."

"Are they nice?"

"Mr Lowsley is great and Miss Spark, well you'll see later on..."

Imogen turned away from the classroom. "There's still a few minutes till the bell. Shall I introduce you to a few people?"

"That would be great, thanks."

...

By the time the bell rang, Taylor had been introduced to quite a few people: Connor, Kevin, Dynasty, Rhiannon and Kacey to name a few.

As the day trundled on Taylor kept her head down and worked hard, hoping to make a good first impression. She quickly learnt which teachers were good, and which ones weren't as great.
She also found that she got on well with Imogen and Dynasty they had a lot in common, both girls were very welcoming.
At the end of the day, they offered (along with Rhiannon, Kevin and Connor) to walk her to the schoolhouse which Taylor thought was very kind.

...

A woman was stood at the door of the schoolhouse when they arrived, a big smile was plastered on her face. "Hello! You must be Taylor."

Taylor nodded. "Thank you for taking me in Mrs Budgen. Apparently you didn't have much space."

"It's alright pet, I can find space for anyone that needs it and we had a spare bedroom luckily. Your things are in your room, Do you want to take her up Rhiannon?"

"Thanks again, Mrs Budgen," Taylor said gratefully as Rhiannon led her away. She really was very glad that the school had taken her in at such short notice.

...

Her room was small but homely. Her few bags of clothes were piled in the corner.

"This is nice," she said to Rhiannon who nodded in reply.

"So... are you seeing anyone? Or do you want me to introduce you to a few boys."

"Well... I'm talking to someone, but we've only met a few times."

"Oooh, tell me more."

Taylor shook her head and tapped the side of her nose.

"All in good time," she said mysteriously.

...

Taylor quickly grew into the rhythm of Waterloo road.

The next few weeks, leading up to the holidays went quickly but not without event: they had a history week, Nicola Adams came for a boxing demo, Kacey went off to Miami and Mr Lowsley and Miss Spark eloped from their wedding.
Taylor spent most of the holiday at the schoolhouse. Sometimes, her parents were home for the holidays but this time they were both still tied up abroad and couldn't get away.
Unlike Taylor, a few of the other students had other family members to go and stay with and so the schoolhouse was less busy over the two weeks.

...

Term time rolled around too quickly for Taylor's liking as she sat, yawning in the assembly hall listening to Mr Lowsley talk excitably about resilience education.
So, at first, when the masked intruder ran into the hall, Taylor didn't quite process what was happening.
But, as Mr Lowsley was attacked and the students around her began to scream and shout, she was quickly pulled to her senses as fear ran cold through her veins.

"What the..." she uttered before turning to her friends to make sure they were okay as they ran towards the doors.

"Look ketchup!" Mr Lowsley was saying whilst laughing as he pulled his friend to his feet, for a moment everyone was confused as they stood by the locked doors.

As all the students sat back down, Mr Lowsley resumed his talk about resilience, Taylor turned in her seat to see a very angry Miss Mulgrew walking into the hall.

She nudged Dynasty, "Sir's in trouble," she said with a laugh.

"They should sack him," added Rhiannon, "I could've died."

"That's a little over the top. Besides, the resilience stuff he was talking about sounds quite fun." Dynasty said as she turned back to the stage.

Taylor laughed and beside her, Rhiannon huffed and folded her arms.

As Taylor sat, listening to the teachers talk she thought about how much happier she was at Waterloo Road. She had kind friends that cared about her and didn't ask too many questions.

This was the first time she was able to be her own person without people making prior assumptions.

She was still thinking about this when they were all stood outside.

As she turned towards the gate, she saw a car pull up and a familiar-looking girl got out.

"No way."

Dynasty followed her line of sight to see a blonde, well-dressed girl looking back at her.

"Who is that?"

"That... is Gabriella Wark."

"You know her?" Asked Rhiannon as the girl walked over to the group and kissed Connor.

"We were in school together. Until she was kicked out."

It was fair to say that judging by the faces around her as Gabriella walked into the school, she had started how she meant to go on.

By the break, everyone but Rhiannon had taken a disliking to Gabriella, she made constant snide remarks and the teachers had already had enough. Even Miss McFall (one of the nicest teachers) sent her to the cooler.
As Taylor was getting a book out of her locker, she felt a breath on the back of her neck and spun around.
Standing very close to her was the blonde-haired girl that she despised.

"Could mummy and daddy not afford for you to board anymore Taytay?" The girl leant closer towards her, "or did they finally find out about the real you and throw you from the family? I know I would."

Taylor felt her blood boil, it was true that she hadn't told her parents the whole truth about her bullying but it was none of Gabriella's business.

"Shut up." She hissed as she pushed the girl away from her.

"Go and find a teacher to stalk or something." Her voice grew louder as she spoke and the people around them turned to look.

Gabriella's eyes narrowed, as she opened her mouth to fire back a witty remark.

"That's enough girls," Mr Lowsley was standing by them now. "Gabriella, Miss Mulgrew would like to see you in her office."

After Gabriella had left, he turned back to Taylor, "have you filled out you resilience form yet?"

"I don't know what to put on it."

"Well, what have you done that you are proud of?"

"I don't know. I suppose I worked as a lifeguard at a beach over the summer... but-" she looked at her feet: everyone had told her that it was a great thing but, to her, it didn't feel much like an achievement.