Ok, I got this idea a while back and I thought is was quite good, so I started writing and I really enjoyed it so, enjoy!

Chapter 1~Anna

I was bored. I was sat at the back of my Physics class, on a small, stiff chair, with a wooden, plain desk in front of me. I pulled out my phone discretely, and scrolled through my contacts, looking for one in particular. Once I found it, I texted in;

Wow. Physics boring much? W u up 2?

Anna

I saw my sister jump slightly and pull something out of her black, dull trouser pocket. I sighed at the thought of the disgusting uniform we had to wear: black trousers that were itchy and too short, a yellow blouse and a bright green blazer that attracted bugs in the summer like nobody's business. A few seconds later, my phone vibrated.

Nothing. U do no we're ment 2 b revising, right?

Emma

I grinned mischievously, and keyed in;

Who in hell cares! No 1 else is doing NEthing. Apart from the nerds.

Anna

I saw Emma's face lift up in a half smile of irritation, and bend over her desk.

Y r u so annoying sometimes? I used 2 b a nerd! And so did u!

Emma

I looked at the text message. It was true that Emma and I used to be the biggest class nerds ever. Straight As in everything. We still got the A's, but we just messed around in class now, like everyone else here. This somehow made us less nerdy, but I didn't see how.

Well im not now. Dunno about u tho. Still look nerdy 2 me

Anna

Emma actually turned round to glare at me after that comment, so I quickly wrote another text.

Soz! Couldn't help it! R u up 4 2night?

Anna

Are you up for tonight? It was our little code that meant; There's nothing to do tonight, let's go find something interesting somewhere.

Emma's reply was immediate.

Yeah, wat 4?

Emma

I thought of something easy and fun to do, then texted my reply.

Dad's out 2night, and I found sum interesting stuff in his office last time

Anna

Emma agreed quickly, and I slipped my phone into my back pocket, and went back to doodling in the back of my notebook, whilst pretending to take notes.

Mr McNeil's voice droned on throughout the entire lesson, and, despite the fact that I wasn't even listening to him, he still made me feel sleepy.

By the time the bell rang for lunch, my head felt heavy, and my arms numb. I shoved my stuff into my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and marched over to my sister.

Emma, like me, had long, blonde hair, with pretty and completely natural brown highlights in it, but where Emma's eyes were a brilliant turquoise; mine were a beautiful brown. Our other features were just about the same; pale, pale skin, sharp, defined cheek bones, small button-like nose and dimpled cheeks that annoyed the hell out of me.

"Hey, are you coming or what?" I asked impatiently, as my sister slowly picked up her bag.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Emma said absentmindedly, as she heaved her bag up onto her shoulders.

We headed out of the dull grey coloured room and into the crowded, noisy hallway.

Once in the hallway, we headed to our lockers, dunked our bags there and headed up to the lunch hall. The lunch was mince pie, a horrible sloppy combination of watered-down potatoes, vegetarian mince, and extra broccoli. I decided that I now hated school lunches more than ever.

"So, what've you got after lunch?" I asked my sister.

Emma shrugged, "French,"

I stared at her, and then asked, "Want to skive?"

Chapter 2~Anna

Emma stared at me in amazement, and, noticing her look, I groaned, "I forget that deep down inside of you, there is a goody-goody two shoes just waiting to be released! But anyway, it's not like I haven't skived before! It's easy to do, since you've got Mrs. K, who wouldn't notice anything different if a giant panda started talking to her,"

Emma stared at her again, but sceptically this time, "And who've you got?"

I winced, "Mrs Fonder,"

Mrs Fonder was the evil, strict P.E. teacher of the school, and was known to be the most horrible teacher alive. If Hell was real, then she would deserve burn there for the rest of eternity. And then a bit longer.

Emma frowned, "But-"

"But it'll be easy to fake a cramp, or twisted ankle. I can bunk off easy!" I interrupted.

Emma thought it over for a while, but the prospect of two whole extra hours free time must have been a lot more welcome than French lessons, as she finally muttered, "Ok then, but if we get into trouble, our excuse is that we were helping Mrs Bo Peep find all of her sheep!"

I remembered the old joke, and laughed, before adding, "And there was one over in Mexico, so we had to catch the plane over there for her. Had a real nice time, the weather was great!"

We laughed a bit before picking around at our lunches, eating the most edible parts, and leaving the hall.

I went off to find Mrs Fonder, whilst Emma collected our bags. I knocked on Mrs Fonder's office door, before doubling over, and clutching my stomach, screwing my face up in pain.

Mrs Fonder came to the door. "Anna! What are you doing! Stand straight immediately!"

I made a show of it, groaning, and wrapping my arms tightly around my thin, agile body.

"Mrs Fonder, I'm really sorry, but I've got an incredibly bad cramp in my stomach, and the school nurse says I should go home,"

Mrs Fonder frowned down at me, as I held my breath. Finally, the horrid teacher spoke. "You can be excused from my lesson, but I want you back here next lesson, and you'll have to stay after school to make up for the time you've missed!"

"Thank you Mrs Fonder," I said weakly, walking off slowly.

The minute I heard the door shut, I stood up again, and my expression of pain turned into one of annoyance.

"Stupid b*tch!" I muttered fiercely under my breath, "I'm not even getting to miss the lesson!"

Emma soon caught up with me, and together, we walked to the small wooded area behind the school. A few metres into the woods, a five-metre fence blocked us in, but, having done it many times, I chucked my bag over with ease, and climbing was a breeze to. Emma followed my lead in a more precautious way, but still made it over.

"Ok, time to ditch the school uniform and have some bloody fun!" I said enthusiastically.

Emma shrugged, and we headed out of the woods.

Ten minutes later, we arrived in front of a small family home, on the end of the cul-de-sac. I opened the door with my key, and walked in.

I turned to Emma, who was lingering at the doorway. "C'mon, Dad's out, remember? And Mum will have passed out drunk, and Gabby and Arron will be at school. No one will notice we're here,"

Emma walked in, and we changed into jeans and t-shirts before heading downstairs for a snack.

As I had promised, Mum was lying on the sofa, asleep, with a pile of beer cans surrounding her. I looked at her disgustedly, and walked on to the kitchen. Emma looked at our drunken mother with pain, but walked through to the kitchen quickly.

I had decided long ago that I hated Mum. Well… maybe not hated, but disliked. My Mum had refused to work when we needed more money, never lifted a finger in the house, and left it up to our Dad to do everything. Emma and I owned a lot of second hand stuff, shared a bedroom with our little sister, Gabby, and had to get jobs to earn money, so that we could buy the stuff we needed for school, as well as to try and keep up with all the new stuff, which, try as we might, we never really succeeded in. Had Mum even attempted to stop drinking, and lighten their heavy loads, just a little? No. It was for those reasons that I 'disliked' her.

Emma, on the other hand, felt betrayed by Mum, but still remained faithful to her. Sure, she was angry when their Mum didn't help, and when Emma and I had had to get jobs at the age of fourteen, but, she was still our Mum.

The jobs weren't even that bad, Emma always reasoned. A neighbour's friend had offered us a job, helping sell fakes of all the new designer stuff. It wasn't anything illegal, as they told everyone that the stuff was fake, and it got us a bit of money, and some fashionable fakes that hadn't been sold.

Whatever Emma said though, I couldn't see how the drunken woman on our couch could ever be a Mum. A Mum wasn't who you inherited your looks, or your attitude problems from. A Mum was someone who looked after you, cared for you and raised you from birth. A Mum was someone who loved you. The woman on the couch in the other room was not my Mum.

The two of us ate a snack of stale digestive biscuits in silence, both brooding on the unavoidable mess that was our family while our Mum's snores bounced loudly around the room.

After we were finished, I brightened up the mood.

"I know, let's look in Dad's office now, while it's nice and quiet in the house, that way we'll get more done!"

Emma agreed, and we both marched up the stairs to Dad's study.

It was a small room, with a wooden desk and threadbare chair. The only up-to-date thing was a brand new laptop that Dad's work had lent him.

Dad works for the BBC, editing and filming the reports, and putting them together. He gets a decent amount of money for his work, but is nearly always away somewhere.

The place was cluttered up with papers, but Emma and I knew exactly how everything was ordered, as Dad talked about it all the time.

I marched knowingly over to a small pile in the corner, and rifled through it, while Emma immediately logged onto the computer, to see if she could hack the Internet from next door.

"Here it is!" I declared after a few minutes. I slammed down a small, plain file on the desk and pulled out a few papers.

"Hmm… let's see what we have here," I muttered to myself.

Emma got up to peer over my shoulders. "What's it about?" She demanded impatiently, after several long minutes of silence.

"Some reports on suspicious youths causing havoc at an old dude's estate. The man got back, and discovered a whole ton of paper work was missing. Weird, right?" I asked

Emma nodded mutely, having no idea where it was heading.

"Well, this is even weirder," I continued, "Dad was doing some massive report on it, 'cos the old dude paid the BBC, and this is the information he got. But, then, suddenly, a group of high up people in the government ordered a cover up! The press were told they couldn't print a single word about it!"

Emma frowned. "That is weird," she said, "The government wanting to cover up some gang activity!"

I waggled my eyebrows at Emma, and sat back into the seat by the laptop, and brought up Google.

"C'mon, let's check it out!" I told her.

We searched all over the Internet, but all of the posts on it were removed.

"Damn it!" I yelled, after half an hour of nothing but blanks and removed reports.

Emma sighed at me, and I could just tell what she was thinking, my sister, ever the hothead.

Then Emma said, "Think about it though, Ann, the reports and posts were removed for a reason, so it must be pretty important,"

I calmed down, and started to shove the sheets in the photocopier.

"What are you doing?" Emma burst out, "You can't photocopy that! If Dad was told not to do the report, he'll probably have to shred all the information!"

I just shook my head at my sister and tutted, "Honestly Em, you're supposed to be the clever one! We can keep the photocopies and return the originals back to Dad, and no one will be any the wiser! I don't know about you, but I really do want to find out what this is about! Don't you?"

Emma debated for a few minutes, then nodded slowly.

"OK then! I'm gonna start to cook tea, but afterwards, I'm heading to the library to do some research!"

Chapter 3

Mac was furious. If CHERUB hadn't got a big influence in the government, then the whole place would've been done for! And all because one of their agents hadn't checked to see if their portable scanner was working properly. He'd punished him already; a recruiting mission and three weeks' worth of laps when he got back.

There was a knock on the door and Meryl Spencer came in.

"Are all of the stories about it off the Internet?" Mac asked immediately.

Meryl tutted. "What? Do you honestly think I'd leave a whole bunch of reports about us on the Internet?"

Mac saw that he had offended Meryl, and quickly changed the subject.

"No! Of course not!" He told her, and then paused, "Why are you here anyway?"

Meryl looked annoyed suddenly, "Because despite the fact that there is not one single piece of information left on any computer or website, and not a single report on TV was shown, someone still knows!"

Mac leant forward suddenly. "What!"

"This afternoon, someone was searching the story on the internet! They didn't find any information, of course, but what worries me is how they found out about it in the first place!"

Mac frowned and thought for a minute. "Try and work out the whereabouts of this mystery person, we may have to do something about him, or her. In the meantime, keep an eye out for anyone searching the incident, and try to deter them.

Chapter 4~Anna

"Mmm… Smells nice! What is it?" Gabby asked me when she came through the door.

Gabby was 8 years old, and, like Emma, she had brilliant turquoise eyes, with little hints of electric blue in them. Her golden coloured hair flew straight past her shoulders in a curly mess, and landed somewhere past her waist. She desperately needed a haircut.

"Fried chicken, chips, and ketchup," I told her.

"Awesome, man, put please can I have a wrap with it?" Gabby begged.

I sighed and chucked a packet of wraps at her head. She ducked.

Gabby was hyperactive a lot of the time and she ate the weirdest of foods. She didn't like bread and butter, but was ok with buttered toast. She despised milk, but ate it with her cereal. Her favourite foods were chocolate fingers dipped in ketchup, up until a year ago, when she found out that people ate ketchup sandwiches. I mean, yuck! Who wants to eat bread with ketchup smeared all over it?

Arron came in later on. Arron is an awesome brother, but he's eighteen, in sixth form, and studying for his final exams, so we rarely ever see him. Unlike us girls, Arron has black hair, and dark skin, which we suspect he inherited from our Gran; who was dark skinned and dark haired too, but she died years ago, so we can only compare them with photos.

His eyes though, were the same colour as mine; a gorgeous chocolate brown.

"Thanks Anna," He said as he grabbed a plate and some food, "Sorry I got in late, I had to-"

"Had to study, I know, it's not your fault," I told him, "You'll have to get a good grade mind! If this is all an excuse to see your girlfriend…" I left off the end so he could imagine a punishment for himself.

Arron grinned and waggled his tongue at me. I grinned back and reached for the ketchup.

"Ketchup, Arron?" I said, still grinning evilly.

"Um…" Arron muttered looking at the ketchup bottle nervously.

"I'll take that as a yes then," I told him, and squirted ketchup all over his face.

"Shit, Anna!" My brother laughed at me.

"Yes, your face does look like it!" I laughed back.

Emma looked on disapprovingly but Gabby was giggling quietly in the background.

I got up from the table and cleared my plate away, before announcing to my family that Emma and me were off to the library to use the Internet for reasons unknown to the rest of mankind.

Chapter 5~Emma

Anna and I walked down to the library in silence; it was only a few streets away, and took just under five minutes to walk to. Seven on a rainy day. I'd timed it loads of times, but I didn't tell Anna; she still isn't quite sure whether I'm a geek or not, and I know I'm not, I just prefer to stay out of trouble.

Anna, and me we're different in that way. Me? I think that if trouble is going to find me, let it find me. Anna though, can't stand the immense boredom of waiting for it, so she goes out to find it for herself. She's always been the more daring of us two, and probably always will.

When we arrived at the library, it was dark and all but empty; the dingy lights hanging from the ceiling had cobwebs hanging down from them, that no one had bothered to clean for years, and they flickered on and off, giving the atmosphere a feeling of abandonment. The librarian, Mrs. Hugh, behind the desk had long since dozed off, so it looked as if we would be able to hack the Internet for free, rather than having to pay for a computer. As long as we were quiet and didn't wake her up, we could get away with almost anything.

"C'mon," Anna whispered to me, sliding off her backpack to reveal a slim, lightweight laptop. We'd saved up for that years, Anna and I; not buying any chocolates or sweets; no DVD's, no cinema trips; no new clothes; birthday and Christmas present requests were money, not shiny new toys that we'd never be able to afford anyway, until, finally, with all the money we were earning and all the money we had saved, we'd been able to afford the laptop.

It wasn't exactly the cheapest laptop ever, but it wasn't a bazillion pound one either. It had all the stuff we needed, and was ideal for us.

We sat in a corner behind the bookshelves, so that no one could see us straight away, and immediately Anna started to attempt to hack the libraries internet. After a few attempts, she was through, but I didn't peek over her shoulder to look. No, Anna was engrossed, so she wouldn't notice me wandering amongst the books in the library, running my fingers over their bumpy, lumpy covers, reading their titles, staring at them longingly. To everyone else but Anna; I was Emma, the weird kid that used to be a nerd, and am now just another one of them; cool kids who spent their lives in detention and ended up being wasted and in prison before they were twenty. But to Anna, I was a girl who was once a geek, and always will be geeky, but she didn't mind; under the tough show we put on, I knew both of us were just a little bit too nerd-like to ever be as cool as the other kids in our class.

Suddenly, a blaring alarm sounded from the laptop, interrupting me from my thoughts, and the librarian from her sleep. I darted behind a bookshelf as Anna cut the sound and switched off the laptop; Mrs Hugh knew us, and would guess immediately we'd been bagging on free Internet.

Anna slid up behind me silently, as Mrs Hugh clunked noisily out from behind her desk.

"Who's there?" She asked, breaking the eerie, unnatural silence of the room with her nasal, high-pitched whine of a voice.

Silence answered her question, as she stalked further forward, heading in the opposite direction to us.

Anna mouthed silently to me; "When she gets right over to the other side, make a run for it. Stay as quiet as possible,"

I looked at her deliberately, and then at the door, then back to her, as if to say, "How are we supposed to run silently ten metres across tiled floor without getting caught?"

Anna grinned looked at the librarian, who had just got to the other side of the room, then dashed across to hide next to the door. The door was electric, so the minute it opened, Mrs Hugh would know where we were, so we'd have to make a run for it the minute it did.

I hesitated, and then darted soundlessly over to Anna. The two of us dashed in front of the door and were out of it before it was fully open. We were halfway down the street before we turned round to see Mrs Hugh staring out of the library door in puzzlement. Anna cackled madly and sprinted off again. I sighed at her dramatics and set off after her.

When we arrived back to our house, it was about 9 o'clock, so Anna and I went up to our bedroom to talk in piece while Arron entertained Gabby downstairs with the old Scalextric track that was pretty much the only thing interesting enough to keep her attention.

They would be up in half an hour, we both knew that. Mum would wake up soon and start screaming at everyone and complaining, so everyone avoided her. The only time we actually saw Mum without a hangover or not passed out was seven o'clock in the morning, when she had just got up and hadn't drank enough to be at that stage.

It hurt that Mum didn't try to look after us, and didn't act like everyone else's mothers did. When Anna and I went round to a friend's house once, their Mum had made dinner and let us do whatever we wanted, so long as we tidied up afterwards. She would look at her daughter adoringly, and amuse her with funny jokes, and old stories about her Mum.

All our Mum did was shouting. When she looked at you, it was in annoyance or disgust. You never saw our Mum giving us hugs and kisses, even when we're way too old for it. You don't see her waving you off every morning at God knows what hour of the day. You just see her staring at you in hatred.

Mum thought her life sucked. She has no idea.

Chapter 6~Anna

I was totally freaked out. I'd been on the laptop for a few minutes, and had searched the Internet for the incident with the old man and the missing paper. I was just about to click on another link to see if it was any good, when a conversation box popped up.

What are you doing? It couldn't be a kid; I knew that straight away; any kid would have used text language.

Nought 4 u lyk! I answered; I may as well let them know that I was a kid. What harm could it do?

Why are you looking on the Internet for this story?

Y r u having a conversation wiv me? Who the f*ck knows? I wuz bored I hated adults sticking their noses into things; they were so damn… nosey!

Stop looking for information on this story, you wont find anything

Sod u! I can do wat I want, thank ya v. much! Shove off who eva u r! Whoever it was, was really starting to get on my nerves.

If you do not stop looking for information, I will set off an alarm on your computer that will put a virus onto it after the alarm has gone off for two minutes. The virus will delete all your data and wreck the computer

Thnx, bwt no thnx I typed, and deleted the conversation box.

It popped back up again, and I mentally cursed whoever had invented them.

Who are you? Where are you? The message read.

Hmm… I thought. Let's have some fun with this.

How cud u not know me! I'm the bloody queen! I live in Buckingham palace, a massive mansion in the centre of London, and lots of Japanese tourists come 2 take pics of mah guards. This is an insult!

Clearly, you are not the Queen the message popped up on the screen

Well la di da! U actually own a brain cell or 3, everybody celebrate!

I can tell that you are in a library somewhere in the outskirts of Manchester

How do u know that? I typed, suddenly cautious

I'll give you one minute before I upload the virus

It hit me suddenly; this person, whoever he, or she was, didn't want me to know about the incident, so, therefore must be related to it somehow.

U had sumthing 2 do with the old dude who had a whole bunch of paperwork missing, didn't u I typed.

My head whizzed faster than ever as I went through all the hacking techniques that my Dad had taught me, trying to guess the right one to figure out where this person was.

If I could find out who she was, or where she lived, I could find out just a little bit more.

It took me just a few seconds, and then I started typing. A whole website's worth of information came up. I scanned through it all, searching for a name, or address. A random set of initials went by, my brain took it in without registering it; I'd think about it later.

I found a name and address.

So, Meryl Spencer, is it? U do know that 2 can play at a game of hackie? Right?

Two seconds later, the alarm went off, deafening me for a few moments. I panicked, closing all the websites quickly, switching the laptop off and stuffing it back into my backpack. The alarm stopped, and I slid over to Emma.

Whew! That was close, I thought.

I had no idea that I'd just gotten Emma and I into a whole other world of trouble.