One day our time at St Trinians is gonna be over, for most of us we already see the end if the tunnel. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel but for us it's dark, that's because at the end of our tunnels is us leaving St Trinians. We can all remember how we ended up attending St Trinians, it's not something you can forget. We can all remember our makeovers too, that was the day when we developed as human beings. We can all remember every everyday we've spent at our school, well almost everyday.

All we've ever wanted was for our school to stay open, for that we needed money. We never seemed to be able to get money and keep it safe, most of us would take it or 'borrow' it. For me, I've never had my own money. I grew up on one of the worse council estates in Essex, all of the kids there was in the same position as each other. Each of us were skint, not a single penny to our name. There would always be one minute remaining, there was never any credit. Ten years down the line and not much has changed, I'm still skint and my aim is still to put a mortgage down in my mothers name.

I don't really understand how I ended up at St Trinians, I understand why. I remember being arrested for shop lifting, I made sure my fellow thieves had escaped before worrying about myself. I remember the smirk that danced on my lips as the good looking fed slapped the handcuffs on my wrists, if he wasn't as rough as he was I might have liked him. I held my head high and the smirk on my lips as I was lead out, this was common for me. It would be the same old story. Get arrested, spend a few hours in a cell and then be bailed out by some friend or family member.

I wasn't bailed by a family member or a friend, they had given up on me. Even my fellow thieves couldn't be bothered to bail me out, after all that I had done for them. They left me to suffer and wait for a trail, I knew that I had better get used to prison life. I've been arrested for many offences some serve while others minor. The worse crime I've committed is GBH, that slag had it coming to her.

The only person to visit me was Mum, she wasn't impressed. I didn't care what Mum thought, she could've thrown me out and I still wouldn't have cared. Me and Mum weren't exactly friendly towards each other, she didn't understand me and I didn't give a toss about knowing her. She told that I should start digging my grave up because I wouldn't be alive when summer came, then she ranted on about actions have consequences. I didn't listen to a word she said to me, I had heard it all before, instead I leaned back in my seat with a cocky grin on my face.

I didn't get another visitor for a week or so, I just sat around being bored for a week. I didn't feel like doing much, the things I wanted to were on the outside. A week after my Mum came and lectured me on my actions I received another visitor, one that I didn't know at the time. I remember rolling my eyes and sighing before slouching out of my dull cell, the other prisoners paid me no attention as I walked to see who had bothered to visit. When I entered the visiting room my eyes were immediately drawn to a toothy, warm smile.

I glared at the woman who had come to see me, I thought Mum had sent her in the hope that I'd listen or something, and walked over to her. I wasn't keen on listening to more unimportant lectures off of adults who thought that they knew it all. "Yeah?" I asked the woman rudely,

"Now girlie," She told me sternly, I just raised my eyebrow at her,

"Wot?" I said, my voice was low and deadly,

"I have a proposition for you," She smiled happily,

"Woteva, ya can't make do anyfink!" I declared,

"I wouldn't dream of it girlie," She smiled again, "I'm Miss Camilla Fritton,"

"Do ya wanna medal or summit?" I interrupted her again with a growing smirk on my face,

"You must be Taylor," She continued, completely ignoring my comment,

"So?"

"Girlie, if you stopped interrupting we could have this done in a matter of minutes and have you out of here in a few hours," She stated, "Now, I own a school,"

"I aint goin' nowhere!" I yelled, "Can't cart me off to boardin' school 'cause I 'ave rights ya no!"

"Inside voice," Miss F chuckled, I glared at her, "I don't own one of those uptight boarding schools. My school is the opposite,"

"Yeah, yeah,"

"It is called St Trinians and you, my dear girlie, already act as if you are a St Trinian. We take in every girl that comes to us, we don't care about your back ground or if you have a criminal record and we can get you out of here," That's when I leaned forward in my seat,

"Wot's da catch?" I asked, Miss F then chuckled,

"You have to join us," She smiled, I remember her the light reflected off of her teeth.

And the rest is history, as Polly would say. I agreed to go to St Trinians, thinking that I'd be kicked out in a few weeks, and became leader of the best tribe there. Two years later and I'm preparing to go back out into the cruel world that I grew up in, but this time I won't get caught. My name's Taylor and I'm not one of the idiots from my council estate, instead I'm a St Trinian until the day I die.

I didn't plan on writing this, me mum didn't plan on having me but unplanned things are usually the best things. I'm evidence of that ;] Alright time to stop fueling my ego haha. This story is still staying marked as completed because technically it was completed at the end of chapter one... opps. And no this isn't the top secret fiction I'm writing that I mentioned on PWF and yes I'm not going to tell you about it or give you previews.

I'd do a review thing but I can't think, I've got Casualty of Love by Jessie J in my head and it's blocking out my thoughts. Maybe a review would solve that problem, hint hint