Hurry up! You're going to be late, Viva!
'Some girls, you take one look at them
and you think you know all about them, right?
'Well, look again.
'I mean, just cos we live on an estate,
we aren't all single mums with drug problems.
'Though, obviously, some of us are.'
Hey, Mel.
'No way you'd catch me having a baby.
'Soon as I finish sixth form, I'll be off to uni.
'I might do psychology
I mean, I already know loads of people who are a bit mental.'
Baldie's been up all night, screaming his big bald head off.
Careful, you're dropping ash on him.
Whoops, sorry mate.
Had any breakfast?
'That's Mel. I don't know how she gets through the day.
'Well, I do.
'Cider, mostly.'
'My girl Amber has been my friend since... Well, always, really.
'She's proper jokes with no issues.
'Unless being a bit thick is an issue.'
So did you see Brandon last night?
Oh, yeah, but I'm a bit worried. It's not the same any more.
When we used to kiss, it was like this lovely, whooshy, tingly feeling,
straight to my pants, but now I can't stop thinking what I'm thinking.
Like, last night I was thinking, "How come Brandon's goldfish got so fat?"
And then suddenly I felt Brandon's tongue flicking that dangly bit
at the back of my throat and I was like, "Oh, yeah, this is occurring."
See you there. What, you think I should dump him?
Yeah, dump him, what a loser!
I haven't completely made up my mind yet, anyway. I don't know what to do.
What are you all looking at?
Did Brandon do that? That is well creepy.
He's even signed it.
He's got really babyish handwriting. Hate boys who don't have interesting writing.
Like you've got a massive choice.
Oh, Max from The Wanted
let me test you on your writing before I let you bang me.
Just cos you'd do it with anyone for a packet of Tangfastics.
I value my body a bit higher than that.
You calling me easy? You calling me easy?
I didn't say that. What did you mean, then? What did you mean? Huh? Huh?!
'Holli's violent outbursts are legendary,
'but if she hits someone again, she'll be permanently excluded,
'so she's had to find other ways to release her aggression.'
But I've never dumped anyone before. I don't know how to start.
Just tell him straight - "Hey, bruv, you're a bit too weird for me."
You could reply to him on your boobs.
Write, "It's over, I never want to see you again.
"PS, You are a creepy weirdo loser, do you get me?"
If only my boobs were that big.
Or you could just send him a text saying, "Go fuck yourself."
No, if I did that he'd get upset
and when he gets upset he does this thing.
Just tell him, no messing about, "I've had enough of you."
But what if he does the face? Punch it!
What are you doing here? Are you waiting for me?
I can't go bus stop with you today, I've got football practice
You'll be all right.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Who's that?
Her name's Aliyah. I'm her mentor cos she's getting bullied.
Poor kid. I know. Some of the Year 7s in her class are right bitches.
I meant having you as a mentor.
'Saz has got an interesting personality.'
Do I look disabled?
'On the outside, she's proper sarcastic with serious attitude problems...'
Shall I explain it to you again?
'..but on the inside...' Keepy-uppies not keepy-downies.
'..the same.'
NEW ZEALAND ACCENT: Come on, ladies! Let's get warmed up.
Here we go. And reach, and reach, and reach.
Got some great news for you girls. We're playing Westmount this Friday.
Yes, it's revenge time!
Punching out now. Punch and punch and punch.
Now, we all remember what happened last time we played Westmount
I don't like blood, Miss.
It wasn't that bad, Saz. It was, Miss.
Hayley's head was like a giant fountain spraying the pitch with blood.
The head is an area that bleeds a lot - it looked worse than it was
Her nose was broken.
That's quite bad.
She still having counselling? She's got to get surgery on her face.
After what happened, she had an extra nostril.
Ugh! Stop talking about it.
Shut up! Forget last year. That was last year.
It was completely different last year!
Yeah, last year Hayley only had two nostrils. GIRLS LAUGH
Viva! You're not wearing white socks. That's a detention. 20 press-ups!
That's not fair, Miss. 30 pressups! You too, Holli.
And this is what a proper press-up looks like.
Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.
You heard what they're saying about her?
I'm starving. You know where the kitchen is.
Would it kill you to get me a snack ready?
I'm not prepared to take that risk. You're late tonight.
Yeah, my stupid Nazi football coach gave me a detention.
Are you just going to sit there and let her abuse me, Rob?
No, course not.
Well, actually, I am going to sit here, and...
I'll get back to you on the other one.
She made me stay behind to scrub the balls,
for no other reason except to torture me. For fun.
They were muddy and sweaty.
Switty? What's that?
Sweaty. She's saying sweaty.
There's a rumour going around that you're pregnant.
Everyone's talking about it.
Well, you'll be wanting to nip that in the bud, I expect.
Oh, for God's sake! You're not telling me it's true?
I mean, how? Why?
We have to listen to endless lectures about contraception,
and you two can't even...!
You're going to have to get rid of it. I mean, it's really easy.
Chanelle had a termination last month
and she was back in school by dinner time.
I'm going to text her now. I'll get the number for the clinic...
No, no, no. Viva, it was planned.
Plend?
It was PLANNED.
Was it? Yeah. We wanted to get pregnant,
and four weeks later I was ticking it off my to do list. Oh, yes!
You didn't really have it on a to do list, did you?
A to do list is a highly effective tool.
Does Jamie know?
No, we were going to tell you both this evening. Jamie...
me and Anna are having a baby.
Jamie, they're having a baby.
So? I'm busy.