There was a new girl at Tamworth, who was the sister of the other new student, but had only now started school as opposed to her brother who had been a student now for a good month. It was her first day, and her brother, Callum, was depressed in the corner. Many people asked him what was wrong, but received a saddening noise only in response, or a wince, while his friends exchanged worried glances.

Cameron knew the guy through Callum once trying out for the team, but aside from that, he knew next to nothing about the McKenzie brood - Callum was always polite and the girls said he was shy and sweet - a few of them fancied him, apparently.

This state of ignorance changed when a motorbike roared up, a helmeted and leathered figure on it, which raced up to the nearest space it could park and took the helmet off. A messy head emerged, blinking and then a slow grin spread across this person's face. The crowd of students were frozen - who was this delinquent? Didn't they know about the rules concerning motorbikes? And this motorbike was a big one, reminding one of the younger students of a storybook monster thThey had a backpack on over the leathers and they walked up through the school, slamming open a locker and tossing the helmet in there, and shedding the leather biker jacket and trousers to reveal the female version of the school uniform (albeit with trousers) and producing a pair of school flats in exchange for the big boots, which with a bit of effort the girl managed to stuff in the locker.

A girl whispered to her friend under her breath and got a glare, before Duncan, who was rumoured to have broken someone's nose in his first week at Tamworth, wandered casually over and slapped the back of the new girl's head.

"Hey, brat. You got helmet hair," he announced loudly.

The girl grinned like a wolf. "Hey, Duncan. You got hickeys." She fluffed her hair until it fell into a somewhat normal state, whereas Duncan merely went completely red, slapping a hand over the...bruise...on his neck.

"You are such a damn wimp over that. Be proud, let your sloppy make-out bruisings show!" She cackled and turned about, before squealing suddenly and bounding over to Callum.

"Calleeeeeee!" She hugged him tightly and he sighed, putting up with it and gently hugging her back.

"You are such a..." He trailed off and sighed again. She snickered.

Cameron blinked. That was Callum's sister? No way - they didn't even look alike apart from the same thick, dark and wavy hair. And Callum was always...so quiet.

Pulling out his phone, he began to text Dafydd.

...

"This is Elisabetha McKenzie, everyone," the English teacher said, and the girl held up a hand.

"I prefer to be known as Ed. It sits better with me then Elisabetha." She grinned and the teacher raised an eyebrow before sighing.

"Ed McKenzie, then. Ed, please go sit next to Lionel."

Lionel was a grumpy kid with a habit of ignoring everyone, which seemed to sit well with Ed as she doodled in her notebook. She shot glances over to Duncan every now and then, who was sat next to Callum, and a grin lit up her face.

"Can anyone tell me what this might mean?" the teacher asked, having read a poem out - something about a girl soldier.

"It's about suicide in the face of a future war," Lionel said, finally speaking. The teacher smiled, relieved that at least one student appeared interested - unlike the Hackett boy who was sulkily sitting on the left side of the room.

"Well done, Lionel - Yes, Miss McKenzie?"

Ed had raised her hand, causing a sniff of derision from both Lionel and a certain Walter Hackett, both of which she ignored.

"Is it not also about what a war can cause, and possible PTSD?" she asked, and the teacher blinked.

"I suppose it could be, but poetry is about causing interpretation, after all."

Lionel frowned, before raising his hand. "So both of these are subjects that we could discuss should this poem arise in our exams?" he asked, and the teacher nodded. Ed grinned at Duncan who grinned back.

Lionel frowned thoughtfully. She and Duncan appeared to be close...Perhaps they were 'into' each other? His attention was brought back by another question about the poem.

...

In the next lesson (Mathematics), the Headmaster stormed in, fuming. "Miss McKenzie, a word, please!" he said loudly, glaring at the girl who suddenly looked as though butter would not feel one hint of warmth in her mouth. The glare didn't lessen.

Duncan blinked in astonishment. "Ed, you've been here for two or so hours. What the hell did you do in that short time?" he whispered, and Ed shrugged.

"Hell if I know," she mouthed before standing and following the teacher outside.

Miss Davinson sighed. "Well, if we could continue with simplification within algebra-"

"RIDING A MOTORCYCLE LIKE A COMMON THUG INTO OUR HALLOWED GROUNDS!"

"-gather up the symbols such as 2a and 3a and add them together-"

"WHAT IN CHRISTENDOM WERE YOU THINKING?!"

"-and the numbers as well. You should now be able to simplify the equation down-"

"YOU WILL BE USING YOUR TIME TO CLEAN THE STATUE AS OF NOW! AFTER SCHOOL, WITH THE OTHER DELINQUENTS!"

"-so please complete the worksheet...Ah, Miss McKenzie, welcome back to the classroom!"

Ed slumped grumpily in her chair, and Duncan snickered, causing her to raise her head and look at him.

"Must of reminded you of when your mom saw you'd bought that monstrosity of yours," he whispered in an offhand manner, snickering.

"Shut up, Duncan!" she hissed, blushing an angry pink before concentrating on the worksheet fiercely. Miss Davinson coughed.

"Please refrain from talking like that in my lesson, Miss McKenzie." She lowered her glasses to glare and Ed frowned and concentrated more on the worksheet, while Duncan cracked up beside her, until he was snorting loudly. The glare shifted to him.

"A joke that you would like to share, Mr Reese?"

The snorting trailed off, and Duncan shook his head frantically, to which the teacher smiled a dangerous smile, a shark's smile.

"Well, I hope you reflect on this when you are cleaning the statue alongside Miss McKenzie. Perhaps you two can laugh together?"

Ed grinned at Duncan who held a finger up. "Not one word, brat. Not. One. Word."

The poem in the English class is Come on, Come Back by Stevie Smith.