It was almost break when I walked in to Franks class with Frank.I saw my whole class

'What are you dickwards doing here?' Frank asked.

'we just pranked Pickwell with some help from Mitchell' said Alfie, high-fiving Mitchell.

'you guys are so mean' I said, rolling my eyes, 'Alf, you know Mitchell takes pranking to a new level. What did you do now?'

They explained to Frank and I what just happened.

'aside from that, why did you come here before going to my class?' asked Alf, suspiciously.

'it's a Thursday, I always come with Frank to his classroom on a Thursday' I said.

'Oh yeah'.

Then the bell went.

'Looks like it's time for break' said Alfie, getting up and going to the staff room.

Everyone immediately left.

'sorry for my dickhead brother' I said

Frank kissed me on the cheek.

'No offence but I don't like your brother' he said.

'me neither' I said, leaning into his shoulder. He wrapped his hands around me.

'But he's nothing like you, my love' he said

'awww, you're so sweet' I said, turning to kiss him.

'I'm really happy that you're in my life' he said

'Same with me' I said, smiling.

I was happy that Frank could share his feelings with me. He puts on a tough front but only I have seen what's underneath.

'I love you' I said

'I love you too' he said 'let's go to break'

We left hand in hand.

We met up with his friends. I saw that Frank kept looking at me. Throughout break, I kept catching him looking at me. When the bell went, we all started going inside. I caught him looking again.

'what?' I asked

'you're so beautiful' he said 'I'm just in happy that I have a girlfriend as amazing as you'

'Well, you're one of the best boyfriends ever. Even if you're my first one. There will be no one like you' I said.

Then one of his friends came up to us and said 'get a room'

Frank flipped him off.

We had an emergency assembly so frank and I headed to the hall.

Fraser walked onto the stage sadly.

'We have had some very bad news' said Fraser.

Then he told us that Pickwell was dead.

He told us this elaborate story of how a bear killed her but I don't think it was true.

It shocked me. It felt so surreal.

After some more announcements we were all sent back to our classes. Only some people were crying but everyone looked in shocked.

When I got in, everyone was discussing Pickwells death.

'Becca, how did you think she died?' asked Rem-Dogg

'what?' I asked

'well, obviously that story about the bear was fake' explained Mitchell.

'oh' I said, thinking 'suicide'

'really? Why?' said Chantelle

'she was literally hated by the whole school and I don't think the chicken prank helped her' I said.

Then Alfie ran in and wrote 'HISTORY' on the board.

'History' he said 'history is all about dead people so, hypothetically, do you think ghosts exist? They don't, do they?'

'I believe that when we die, we go to Liverpool' said Stephen.

'yeah, only I you've done some messed up shit' added Mitchell

'Trust us. All the dead people talking through Derek Acorah always have scouse accents'

'I thought I had seen a ghost once, when I was having a sleepover at Mitchells house. Turns out it was just his mum in her nighty trying to haunt my cock' joked Rem-Dogg

'Just 'cause your mum looks like someone drew eyes on a scrotum' retorted Mitchell. It makes me laugh when they have their little fights. It's so amusing.

'I heard your gyppo mum does palm readings with happy endings'

'oh do one'

'Enough!' shouted Jing 'Someones died. Can we just give a little respect?'

'Thank you, Jing' said Alfie, 'Although, I did also hear that about Mitchell's mum'

'Do you think Miss Pickwell's gonna come back as a ghost' I asked

'What? No. Why would you say that?' said Alife, obviously lying. Then he turned to Joe.

'Joe, you don't believe in this ghost nonsense?' Alf asked

'Well, I thought I did. 'cause one night, my room went really cold' everyone leant towards Joe.

'Turns out I just left my fridge door open' he said. Everyone rolled their eyes.

'you have a fridge in your room?' I asked.

'only for essentials: like water, cheeses, pulled pork' he said.

'Alfie, can I have a fridge in my room?' I asked

'Sure. But, so say someone did see a ghost, hypothetically, what does it want from me?' he asked.

'to its unquiet spirit at rest' said Rem-Dogg in a creepy voice

'Right, in that film where Jing walks out the telly' said Mitchell, pointing Jing.

Jing rolled her eyes and said 'oh you can watch scary movies now?'

'The boy who cried in Toy Story 3' I said, looking at him. Jing smiled at me.

'Didn't cry. I had something in my eye' he explained 'Why do I give a shit if Andy's going to collage? Why did he have to leave Woody behind?'

'Well, If you want to put 'Pickwells unquiet spirit at rest' then you should put on a memorial for her' I suggested.

'That is a great idea' he said

'why do you even care, Pickwell was a right bitch' asked Mitchell

Then Alfie covered Mitchell's mouth with his hand and said 'Shhhh. She might be listening'

'Can I organise it?' asked Stephen

'ok then' said Alfie. Stephen got all excited.

'Right everyone to the hall' said Alfie. We all went to the hall.

'Right, black velvet drapes, people. We need it looking like Phantom by Break. Oh and I want doves' said Stephen.

'Aren't doves for weddings?' asked Jing.

'Black doves, babes' he explained

'I've never been to a funeral before, but at WWE Survivors series, right, the Undertaker comes out of the coffin, chock-slams Randy Orton and finishes him off with a tombstone pole driver. Why don't we just do that?' said Mitchell.

'I mean the reasons are endless' said Alf 'can you just sort out the flowers, please?'

'what do I know about flowers?'

'I swear your sister sold me some roses at the traffic lights'

'whatever, Dickers, she's got a proper job now'

'Holds the bucked while daddy washes the windscreen, LOL' said Stephen.

'Rem-Dogg is asking the art department about Pickwell's portrait' said Jing

'Great, can you tell them to go easy on the whole menopausal, child-catcher vibes?' asked Alfie

'I'll find a picture of her smiling' said Jing

'Good luck, that's trying to find a picture of my brother watching one direction without a boner' I said, laughing.

'Yeah, or you without a dick up your arse' he said.

I flipped him off and glared at him.

'please don't tell Frank' he said, scared.

Then Alfie and Stephen sorted out music.

Soon the bell rang and we were all dismissed for Lunch.

Jing and I walked to the cafeteria together. Then I felt 2 hands on my waist and I spun around to see Frank. We kissed.

'I'll leave you 2 alone' said Jing

'Bye, see you later' I said.

'do you want to bunk off this afternoon?' he asked

'yeah, sure but we'll have to come back for the memorial. My class are putting it on and I'm meant to be saying stuff'

'ok then babe' he said, taking my hand.

We walked out of school. 'do you want to chill at mine?' I asked.

'yeah, lets do that' he replied.

When we got there, we got to my room.

We chilled on my bed for a bit, talking.

'I can't believe Pickwell's dead' he said. He sounded upset.

'I know' I said.

'She used to be my teacher and it's weird that I'm not going to see her ever again' he said, started crying.

'awww, come here' I said, wrapping my arms around him. He cuddled up to me.

'she helped us all in many ways and her death is a tragedy' I said, starting to cry.

He looked up at me.

'Now we're both crying' he said.

'You crying makes me cry and Pickwells death' I said. I kissed his head.

'Ya know, you were the first girl I even liked and I love you' he said

'I love you too' I said, stoking his head.

'You are the one person that makes me feel safe even though I'm the one that beats everyone up. You make me feel loved and everything' he said.

'You definitely make me feel safe and you make me feel like the happiest person alive' I said.

He kissed me and we watched some Netflix together until the memorial. I got changed into black jeans and a black sweatshirt. Frank didn't change because he wasn't in the memorial, only watching it.

I got to my class and there was a horrible smell.

'whats that smell' I asked, putting my bag by my chair.

'Pigeons' said Stephen

'where have you been? And why is Grayson with you?' he asked

'Me and Frank went home for a bit' I said.

'Ok, Frank, bye' said Alfie

'why should I, Dickers?' he said

'Frank, I'll see you later, Ok?' I said, kissing him.

'I'm only going because you want me to, not for that shit' Frank said, kissing me back. 'I love you, see you later'

'I love you too' I said.

After he left, Alfie looked fed up.

'You guys are too cute' said Stephen.

'Lets go to the memorial' Alfie said.

We all got backstage. Mitchell got into the coffin. The organ music started playing and Mitchell came out of the coffin. and lit the candle next to Miss Pickwell's picture. We all walked onto the stage and stood in a line. I was next to Jing and Alife.

In turn, we spoke our stories about Miss Pickwell. Then it was my turn.

'I saw Miss Pickwell most days because my boyfriend was one of her students. I respected her and she was nice whenever I visited. She was looked up to by many here at Abbey Grove. We will miss her greatly' I said, a few tears ran down my cheek.

After a few more speeches, I revealed the portrait of her. Then it all went downhill.

Stephen played the wrong song and Mitchell released the pigeons which shat on everyone. It ended soon after that. I found Frank. I saw that his eyes were red.

'Aww baby, come here' I said, wrapping my arms around him.

Then Alfie came up behind me and said 'You can head home or to Franks now, I'll be home in a bit. Just gotta talk to Rosie and Fraser'

'ok' I said. Then I turned to Frank.

'can we go to yours?' he asked

'anything for you' I said.

'I can't face my mum right now' he explained.

'don't worry, you won't have to. You know you can stay at mine whenever you want' I said

'and you can stay at mine whenever you want. You know my mum loves you' he said.

'Alfie isn't your biggest fan and is scared of you which is great because when I'm with you, He leaves me alone' I laughed,

'I love you' he said

'I love you too' I said.

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