So a Carter fic (in later chapters) with quite a bit of evil Frank in there (Actually a lot of evil Frank) So please enjoy :) :P
+ There's goign to be quite a bit of Michelle in there too

New teacher

Peter Barlow walked into the empty classroom, his empty classroom. It was his first day of proper teaching and he was the new form tutor to a year 11 class, most of them from the rich estate down the road, the rest from the worst estate in Manchester. Apparently, on the whole, it was a nice class, but one name kept popping up in conversations, Carla Donavon. 'Always late', 'Never does homework', 'Attitude problems', 'terrible grades', the list was endless. According to the other teachers she was a trouble maker, a disgrace, and should probably have been expelled years ago.

Peter had always stuck to his morals though, and one of them was never to judge people by what other people said about them. Even though he was still pretty young he had met some people that other teachers described as a lost cause, when actually, there was something a lot bigger going on in their lives for them to be able to concentrate on stuff like school.

He remembered one boy he met while training at another school. He always turned up in scruffy, un-ironed uniform, no homework, always late, it turned out his mum had disappeared and he was looking after his little brother and siblings on his own. It was quite distressing, seeing the state the house was in, it was horrible.

He looked at his register and saw another name that had cropped up quite a lot, Michelle Connor. Carla's best mate, apparently Carla led her astray so it was best not to sit them next to each other. When Carla wasn't around Michelle was a lovely girl who always got high grades, all that stuff.

Peter had already decided to let everyone sit where they wanted, but if they messed around, then he would move them. He liked to give his students freedom to make their own decisions, but know the consequences, if they were naughty, they would get a detention, that kind of stuff.

A few kids were starting to filter into the school area and before he knew it the whole school was full of rowdy kids, messing about and having a laugh, just the normal kid stuff. The bell went and his form started to come into the classroom, they went straight to seats with their friends and soon Peter started the register.

"James."

"Here sir."

"Daisy."

"Here sir."

"Michelle."

"Here sir."

"Jason."

"Here sir."

"Carla."

There was no reply.

"Carla." He called again.

Still no reply, the seat next to Michelle was empty, when Carla came in he guessed that was where she would be sitting.

He finished the register and began talking, "Hello, I am Mr Barlow and I'm going to be your form tutor until you finish the year, I'm going to let you sit where you want to sit, but if you mess around, I will move you, understand?"

"Yes Mr Barlow." The class said.

"Good, I think that's all you need to know about me really, obviously, you all know each other but I don't know you, so..." Peter carried on talking and about halfway through the lesson he saw two people making their way into the school playground.

It was a girl with long, dark hair, and a boy, probably her little brother, in a very scruffy school uniform. The girl didn't look very happy, she looked like she was talking to the boy, and she looked like she was also pretty angry.

Soon the two of them were out of sight but five minutes later the girl walked into the classroom.

"You must be Carla." Peter said.

"Yeah, who are you?" Carla asked. Peter had to keep back a laugh, it seemed she did have a bit of an attitude.

"I'm Mr Barlow, your new form tutor." Said Peter

"Where do you want me to sit?" Carla asked.

"Wherever you want." Said Peter

Carla went straight to Michelle and slung her bag under the table before starting talking to Michelle.

The rest of the lesson went without a hitch, Carla didn't really say much, though Michelle said enough for both of them.

As Carla left the room Peter couldn't help but watch her, she didn't seem like a particularly troublesome student to him, Michelle looked like more of a trouble maker. So what if she had a bit of an attitude, it wasn't really uncommon in teenage girls.

So why did Peter think there was something wrong, he didn't really know but as soon as he saw her making her way across the playground he noticed something about her, he wasn't sure what it was, but there was definitely something, so what was it?

"So what do you think about Mr Barlow?" Michelle asked as she and Carla walked down the corridor on the way to their next lesson.

"Well, he's a teacher." Said Carla.

"Yeah, but what do you think of him, I think he's quite nice." Michelle said.

"Chelle, he's a teacher, teacher's are never nice, they may act it, but they never are." Carla sighed.

"Stop being so, what's the word, oh yeah, prejudiced." Said Michelle.

"Huh?" Carla asked, what was she going on about.

"You know, you're being prejudiced, you're judging him before you actually know him. You're just thinking he's a stereotypical teacher, who's horrible." Michelle said.

"I have no idea what anything you just said means." Carla sighed.

"I know." Said Michelle, pulling out her phone and answering a text.

"Who's that?" Carla asked.

"Dean." Michelle sighed dreamily.

"Dean, 18 year old Dean, the one that you've been seeing since like, September?" Carla asked.

"The very one." Michelle smiled.

"But it's been like six months!" Carla exclaimed.

"And?" Michelle asked.

"Don't kid yourself, you usually get a boyfriend, go on a couple of dates, sleep with him and dump him." Carla pointed out.

"That was the old me," Michelle said, "The new me is a lot more mature, and I will be doing no more bed hopping."

"Yeah." Carla said sarcastically.

"I'm being serious, Dean is different to the others, he's better to me, he didn't just ask me out to get me into bed." Michelle said.

"Oooh, is Michelle in love?" Carla teased.

"Shut your mouth." Michelle laughed. Carla looked outside to see Rob making his way out of the school.

"I'm going to kill him." Carla muttered underneath her breath, before managing to catch up with him.

"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled.

Rob just sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You can't skip school, I've told you, they'll get the social on us!" Carla exclaimed.

"Is that really a bad thing?" Rob sighed.

"Look, Rob, I've got my GCSE'S this year, I need to get the grades, I can't keep having to deal with you as well as everything else." Carla sighed.

"Then don't worry about me!" Rob said.

Carla sighed and shook her head, "Come on," She said, grabbing his arm, "What's your next lesson?"

"Geography with Mr Adams." Rob sighed.

"Lets go then."

Carla literally walked Rob to the geography classroom, which was the opposite end of the english department, which was where she needed to be.

By the time she got there she was ten minutes late.

"Carla Donavon, thank you for gracing us with your presence." Said Mrs Gilroy, who was a horrible teacher that no one liked. For some reason she had taken an immediate dislike to Carla, and made her life hell whenever she saw her.

"Sorry Miss." Carla said.

"Don't you take that tone with me young lady!" Said Mrs Gilroy.

"What tone?" Carla asked.

"The tone you just talked to me in." Mrs Gilroy said.

"I talked to you in my normal voice." Carla argued.

"Half an hour detention at lunch time for arguing with a teacher." Said Mrs Gilroy.

"B-"

"If I hear another owrd from you it will be an hour." Mrs Gilroy said.

Carla just kept her mouth shut and made her way to her seat, which was next to John Williams, the biggest, neridest geek in school. Bloody brilliant!

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