Meant to add on the first chapter: there are some elements of truth in this but a lot of it I planned a while ago and earlier this week I just had to write it to get it out of my system.

After managing to not completely breakdown when trying to explain what had brought on this reaction, Chloe let the tears roll down her face as the mother like teacher sat opposite her handed her a tissue and made her way to sit next to the struggling student.

"Hey, Chloe," she began calmly. Having had Chloe in her form a few years ago, Miss Swindon knew exactly how to calm her down. "I'm going to fetch you a glass of water and then when I get back we can maybe chat to your mum, and see if she can pick you up?"

It was then that Chloe's breathing became shaky again

"No miss, you can't. She's really busy, she has an operation that's really important today and she can't miss it," She whispered, interrupted by short, sharp breaths.

"I'm perfectly sure that she would prefer to be here with you than stuck in theatre, completely oblivious to what is wrong with you."

The blonde student nodded. She knew that if her mum didn't know about this, Ange would hate herself and then they'd both be panicked. She agreed for her teacher to ring her mum, and Chloe would talk to her, or maybe leave a message if she wasn't around. That way, she could come and pick Chloe up so that they could chat, and get to the bottom of why Chloe felt this way today.

After half an hour, Ange appeared at school and enveloped her daughter in her arms, as if the world would end if she didn't hold her daughter there and then.

"It's ok," Ange whispered in her daughter's ear. "Don't panic,"

So this is the end of my first ever fanfiction. Thank you for reading!

Em x