Drugs, Thugs and Serious Studies

So yeah, this is the first chapter of my story, to those of you who've read the Prologue already, thanks.

What does everybody think of Nikki and Issy so far?

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"I'll get you for that, Nikki! Nikki!" Issy was screaming from the bathroom the next morning-the first day of the six week holidays- as she peered at herself in the mirror. She heard a whoop of laughter from Nikki's bedroom as the door opened and there was the thud thud thud of Nikki racing downstairs in her black flat slippers.

There was a squeak as the bathroom door opened and Issy stepped out furiously. She looked a sight.

Nikki had woken up at about 6:45 in the morning, and decided to play a joke on Issy. Getting a small green sphere out of a secret joke box she kept by her bedside, (she kept all manner of weird and wonderful things in there) she had opened it up and found a powdery white substance. Flour.

Perfect, Nikki had thought, as she crept along the landing bathed in sunlight (it was the middle of summer) and ever so slightly turned on the tap in the bathroom. She had mixed it up, then balanced it on the bedroom door and left the lid slightly open so that when Issy opened the door she would be covered in sticky flour and water. It was the perfect prank.

Sure enough, Issy had gotten up about 2 hours later, brushed her hair, and swung the door wide open...just in time for the ball to hit her head. Flour and small water droplets had spattered onto the carpet as Issy put a hand up to her hair and felt a soft, mushy mixture, and when she went to look at it in the bathroom, her scream could be heard at the end of the street.

The living room door flung open and Nikki burst into the room, much to the surprise of Ms Wilson, who was curled up in the armchair with a bowl of Cheerios, a mug of tea and the latest chick-flick novel.

"Good morning, my dear," She began placidly, and reached down for the Cheerios and handed them to Nikki. "Do you want some-"

Before she could finish, Nikki brandished the cereal away so vigorously that they flew out of the box, bouncing off the floor and rolling under the sofa amongst the dust bunnies and goodness knows what else.

"There's no time to talk, I need to hide from Issy!" Nikki practically shouted, darting around the room like some demented headless chicken, trying to find any available crevices that she could squeeze into to avoid the wrath of Issy.

"So that's who I heard screaming then," Ms Wilson said to herself in realization as she dipped a plain biscuit into her tea.

Nikki ran up to her and shook her so hard that the tea nearly over-spilled from the mug's edges, slopping at the sides. "I need to hide from Issy before she finds me and kills me!" She repeated as half of the biscuit broke and fell into the sea of brown liquid with a splash.

Ms Wilson looked down at the biscuit dissolving and bobbing up occasionally and tutted. "Look what you've made me do now!" She cried. Nikki sighed loudly as if she couldn't believe this was happening.

All of a sudden they heard a sharp tap tap tap-ing sound which could only be recognized as Issy's dainty but devilishly dangerous footsteps as they made their way down the stairs.

"Just don't tell her where I am, okay?" Nikki added, just managing to manoeuvre herself into the pantry as soon as the living room door swung open.

In came Issy, striding quickly and looking as refined as she could with a lump of flour and water dripping from her scalp.

Ms Wilson struggled not to laugh, until Issy tossed her hair back and a splodge of watery flour hit the curtains.

A pair of bluey-green eyes peeped from the dark space between the pantry door and the pantry itself, as Nikki struggled to suppress her laughter at the sight of Issy. Ms Wilson however was not amused.

"My curtains!" She exclaimed, getting up and rushing over to them. "You two need to sort out your priorities instead of playing pranks on each other!" She peered fearfully at the ugly smear of white sloppiness, now sliding down the curtains and leaving a greasy mark where it had been previously, rather like a snail leaving a slime trail wherever it crawled. "Honestly, anyone would think you're deadly enemies rather than best friends!" Added Ms Wilson.