New school, new people

The alarm clock started to ring at six, one hour earlier than usual. Today was going to be a totally new day for Chelsea and Mena, they were going to a new boarding school in Switzerland.

Mena was the first one to throw herself out of bed. New York was already shining outside but she didn't feel like beginning a new day. Chelsea was the same, but outside her room Miss Jennings was already bringing her breakfast to bed.

"Rise and shine, Miss Nolan!" said the preceptor. Chelsea whispered something. "Oh, yes, your coffee is here…"

"I hate coffee, God damn it!" Chelsea said, throwing her sheets away. "And besides, YOU FORGOT TO KNOCK ON THE DOOR. Again."

"Oops… I'm sorry," the preceptor said as she went back to knock on the door. "Now, can I come in?" she asked in the sweetest voice.

"No, you can't!" answered Chelsea.

"But I have your breakfast!"

"Leave it on the kitchen like everybody else does!"

At that moment but from the opposite way Mena was coming out of her bedroom. Mena wasn't dressed yet but she went down to the kitchen anyway, she knew it would upset Miss Jennings and that made her feel quite happy. On the stairs she finally met Miss Jennings:

"That smells interesting," she said grabbing one of Chelsea's 'made-with-love' toasts.

"Oh give it back, that's not for you! Go make your own breakfast!"

"Is that still because of that kiss you saw Jason give me?" Mena asked.

"Oh, no. But I haven't forgotten that yet, young lady. Every time I remember that, oh… It makes me sick."

"Oh, shut up, you jealous old-fashioned lady! I bet you don't speak like that to Chelsea," Mena said.

"Oh, don't you dare mention my sweet innocent Chelsea like that, you don't worth a thing compared to her…"

"Yeah, yeah, have a nice day!" 'If you just knew what I know, I bet it wouldn't be nice anymore!' And Mena entered the kitchen to make her own breakfast. One hour later Mena and Chelsea showed up in the hall fully dressed.

Mena had a long straight fiery hair that looked much like an orange flame. Her eyes were clear blue and she had pulpy lips. She was unusually tall and quite thin but still she had all the curves in the right places. She was wearing her usual rocker clothes (or skater/goth/punk clothes, as Chelsea called them) that day: a black pair of baggy low jeans and a silver tee-shirt, a matching pair of snickers and, of course, her favorite baseball cap.

If Mena was on the rock style then Chelsea was posh. She was a wearing a striped backless top, a matching pair of calf-length cargo pants and high-heel sandals, all light- blue.

Chelsea looked very different of Mena, not just because of their styles but because Chelsea was brunette and had deep green eyes. Her hair was also long and straight but maroon and she was five inches smaller than Mena. Chelsea was as elegant as Mena and they were both pretty hot girls.

A while after they came down Miss Jennings showed up. And as usual she began her speech about Mena's 'immoral' behavior' and how she should follow Chelsea's example.

Mena as usual laughed at her face and walked away. Then Miss Jennings attacked her style.

"You always dress those dirty awful clothes that make you look like a whore. Shame on you! Your little friends can be as dirty as you but at least they don't wear that, those rags."

"Haven't you got more nice things to tell me before I go?" Mena joked. "And by the way, if you think that I look like a whore is because you have never seen one."

"Oh you bet I did, young lady, you bet. And they look just like you."

"Well, I don't blame you for your twisted idea of whores, after all the only time you have seen one your eyes were filled with tears for your lost fiancé," attacked Mena. When it came to Mena it was better not to piss her or…

"How dare you? How dare you speak like this to me, Magdalena von Thyssen!"

"DON'T EVER CALL ME MAGDALENA AGAIN!" When she finished (she was breathing hardly) she picked her suitcase and ran to the elevator dragging it behind.

Chelsea followed her a bit amazed. She was afraid her friend would have one of her asthma attacks, but luckily Mena didn't.

On the cab Chelsea really wanted to talk but she knew Mena wasn't up to it so they remained silently the entire trip to the airport. At the airport they quickly made their check-in and one hour later they were already crossing the Atlantic.

They didn't talk much during the trip, but when they were already over flying Germany Mena spoke.

"I'm so not gonna miss NY," she said.

"Why? I thought you liked to live there."

"More or less, I mean there were some fun stuff but life at home was pretty miserable. Jennings, you know," Mena explained.

"Yeah. But I'm sure one thing you're gonna miss," Chelsea said.

"Yeah? What?" Mena wasn't getting Chelsea's idea.

"Jason."

"Oh Chelsea, get real. Jason was just flirt," said Mena.

"You went to the prom with him."

"Yeah, 'cause he begged me!"

"I see," said Chelsea not very convinced. And their conversation ended.

Soon the flight ended and they landed in Zurich.

They were awfully tired and they just wished that the school van which was supposed to go get them was quick.

When they found their suitcases they dragged them to the exit, and when they got there they saw the so wished van of the European Anglo-Saxon Institute. They almost ran to the van. At the wheel was seating a man dressed in a uniform.

The man noticed them staring at the window so he opened the door and got off the van.

"Good-evening. Are you looking for something?"

"Well, I think that not anymore. We're the new students, you know..." said Chelsea.

"Of course. Well, I need some identification. So if you please..."

"Sure." The two girls showed him their IDs.

"It seems to be everything fine with you," he said pointing at Chelsea. "But with you," he turned to Mena, "your first name doesn't match with the one gave to me."

"Let me guess," Mena said, "you're surprised 'cause you were expecting a girl called Mena and instead you get a Magdalena. Well, get used to it. Mena is my short name and I don't answer by the other so it seemed to me worthless to send it on the enrollment. By the way, don't tell anyone my real name, it's worthless."

"Well, the photos match and your story sounds veridical so... get in."

The girls put their baggage on the trunk and entered the van. By the time they put their seatbelts they were already in movement. They took forty minutes to get to the school.

Once there they pulled out their suitcases from the trunk and went to the door. The school was quite big and had two wings that they imagined to be the dorms. On the front there was a huge balcony with large windows behind it and they could see people moving behind them. The whole building was painted in white and it looked nice and peaceful with all the deep green bushes, pines and hives from the surrounding garden.

The girls passed by the door dragging their stuff behind them. Amazingly they didn't see any students. They were looking for the principal's office to announce their arrival. At the end of the right corridor they saw a plate showing them where to enter.

Mena and Chelsea stood at the door for a while, then they knocked.

"Come in," was the answer. They both entered the room and saw a blonde forty years old woman behind a desk. She didn't seem very tall and was a little thickset. She was wearing a blue skirt suit.

"Good evening girls. I'm principal Johnson, welcome to EASI."

"Thanks," said Chelsea. "What's EASI?"

"Oh, it's the most common way to call the school. Instead of saying European Anglo-Saxon Institute we say EASI."

"Oh…"

"How and very interesting," whispered Mena.

"Well, I was expecting you. And for a while now, I must say. You see, we're running a bit late to your formal introduction to the school, the students..."

"Formal introduction?" asked Mena frowning. For some reason that sounded dangerous.

"Yes. As I was saying, the students are waiting for us already on the auditorium, so we better be quick."

"Still, what the hell are we suppose to do on a formal introduction?" continued Mena. The aim of the previous question was to know what a formal introduction was, not pass the time.

"Well, first we announce your future class. Then you tell your name, your age, your country and bit about yourselves: what you like or dislike… And everything else you want (and all this with nice good manners, miss)," explained the principal.

"Nice..." whispered Mena "Really nice..."

"Now, who is Mena and who is Chelsea?"

"I'm Chelsea," she smiled.

"Mena," definitely not smiling.

"Good. Now, I'll wait for you outside while you dress your uniforms and please be quick because we are already late. You can come pick your stuff later."

"Just one thing," said Chelsea, "we didn't know we needed uniforms so we didn't buy any."

"So, what you are trying to tell is..."

"...That we haven't the uniforms," completed Mena. "And in fact, we're not thinking of getting ones. Basically, we don't want uniforms. That wasn't on the contract."

"Another two who don't want uniforms," muttered principal Johnson to herself. "Well, the uniforms are a rule... But I suppose we can talk about it later. It's better for us to hurry up now."

The girls followed principal Johnson through the corridors, passing by the hall, until a huge door. They could here the noise from the students and teachers yelling at them. It seemed that the whole school was waiting for them behind the door.

Principal Johnson opened the door, everybody shut up. The girls walked behind her until some chairs over a stage, despite all the stares and hisses they were getting.

From there they could see a huge group of boys and some girls sat on the top of the room, they were talking and staring straight at them.

Principal Johnson picked up a micro next to them.

"Good evening," she said. "As you know we're here to meet your new colleagues, Mena and Chelsea. They will stay at class A of the 10th grade."

Again they received a lot of hisses and some people clapped hands.

"Quiet," continued the principal. "Now they will tell a bit about themselves. Chelsea, would you like to begin?"

"Okay. Well, I'm Chelsea Nolan, I'm fifteen and I'm American..."

"US! US!" yelled some guys spread by the room.

Chelsea smiled, "I was born in New York and I lived there all most all my life. At my other school I was a cheerleader, but here I know there's no cheering team. Anyway, I'm very fond of sport, actually I used to play at the baseball team. And generally I take good grades. My friends say I'm nice, so I believe I am. And I think that's all," she smiled again.

"Good, now Mena..."

"Right..." Mena froze, a two toned haired guy sat on the rear rank was staring her straight in the eyes. She couldn't explain why but she had the feeling she had seen him before somewhere. But she really didn't know where or when. A flash of a children playground crossed her mind. "Well... I'm Mena von Thyssen and I'm also fifteen. I'm English, as you can notice by my thick accent. Yet, I have lived all around the world, since London where I was born, 'til Berlin, Tokyo and most recently New York. I'm very fond of sport too, especially baseball, soccer, F1 and MotoGP. Back to my old school I was the captain of the soccer team as well of the baseball one. I have a motorcycle, which I love to ride, and that's basically my hobby. I like to draw too. Generally speaking I hate annoying people and I'm usually quite aggressive with those who annoy me. Basically don't get on my way and you'll be safe. And I think that's all."

"I see," said Principal Johnson. She didn't like Mena's language. "Now, does anyone want to make a question to your new colleagues?"

A thousand of male arms rose.

"Perhaps I forgot to tell you that I'm not very fond of questions either," Mena mumbled. Chelsea smiled.

Principal Johnson pointed at a boy on the fourth rank.

"Do both of you have boyfriend?" he asked.

"No, not at all," answered Chelsea.

"And you?" he turned to Mena.

"No," she said and sat on a chair next to her crossing her legs.

It seemed that most boys were going to ask the same, because the most gave up of their questions. But not the guys from the rear rank.

"What's your favorite color?" a girl asked.

"Pink and baby-blue, I suppose," answered Chelsea.

"Red," said Mena.

"And your favorite fruit?" asked someone.

"Mango and Passion Fruit."

"Strawberries."

A boy with a cap sat on the rear rank stood up.

"You two spoke about baseball, but you didn't say what your team is," he said. "I'm Michael, by the way. And let me tell you, you're both freakin hot."

Chelsea blushed a little while Mena gave him a despise look, but the principal was freaked out.

"Watch your tongue, Michael. Watch it," she said then she turned back to the girls smiling.

"We're both Yankee fans," said Chelsea.

At this moment Mena was already feeling desperate:

"Save me," she whispered to Chelsea. "I don't think I can't handle this much longer."

"Then tell Principal Johnson that... that's it!"

"Maybe it's better. I think that I'm gonna hit the next jackass who ask me what's my favorite dish, drink or something. Jesus, this is a nerds' school. Have you paid attention on the kind of questions they ask? Really!"

Chelsea smiled and they turned back to their 'audience'.

"Now, last questions, students..." insisted Principal Johnson. (Mena raised hands to the sky)

A purple haired boy also sat on the rear rank waved at the principal.

"Yes, Robert?"

"Mena, you are the English one, right? The one who likes football?" he asked.

She nodded. 'Why can't I be invisible?'

"Well, what's your football club? You must have one, if you're such a fan..." he said on a challenging tone.

"Manchester United and Bayern Munchen," she said hardly. She didn't like his tone. 'Keep it low…'

"Oh, you have two clubs?" a brunette girl near them asked smiling.

"I have two nationalities so why shouldn't I have two clubs?" Mena answered. She didn't mean to be so rough but she didn't like to be put into question.

"Didn't know that," said the girl obviously annoyed. That Mena girl didn't seem very nice.

"Last question..." warned Johnson.

A blond boy sat next to Robert took the word.

"My name is Enrique," he said smiling a lot to Chelsea. "And I was wondering if you like to dance, Miss Nolan?"

Chelsea almost fell.

"That is the last question you're gonna be able to question me, unless you're on my class, and you want to know if I like to dance?" she said.

"Yes."

"Okay. Well, only on the first half-hour then my feet start to collapse. High-heels, you know?" she smiled.

"Great," said Enrique.

"Now that we have finished it's time for you to go have dinner. So you can leave the room, but quietly, please," informed principal Johnson.

Everybody ran to the door leaving Mena, Chelsea, principal Johnson and some other teachers in the room. The guys from the rear rank remained there too.

"Now girls, we'll return to my office, so that you can pick up your suitcases. Then I'll pick a student to show you around."

The girls and the other teachers followed the principal out of the auditorium, but again the rear rank gang remained on the room.

"Those girls are the best," said a blue haired boy when they left.

"What do you mean, Kane?" said a furious red haired girl.

"Salima, get real," said Michael. "Only a blind man wouldn't notice those girls."

"Now you said it all, my friend," said a dark orange haired boy.

"Yeah," they laughed.

"But you have seen when I spoke to them, I got them for granted," began Michael. "Now lets us hear from the boss. Kai, which one do you think it's the hottest?"

"I bet you prefer the posh one," said again the dark orange haired boy.

"You're wrong Tala," said the two toned haired guy. "I like Mena best."

"Oooohhh and he already knows her name!" yelled the brunette girl.

"Silence Hilary," said Kai.

"But she has a point there," said Enrique. "I bet you know all her speech by heart."

"The same applies to you, Enrique," continued Kai.

"Yeah, yeah. Stop arguing and enjoy the beauty of the situation. Those goddesses are going to stay in our class (mean my class)," continued Michael. "Can't you see the potential?"

"That's what you say, 'cause they're in your class, but what 'bout us, huh?" said Tala.

"You're in the same class as I, stupid," said Michael.

"Yeah, right," remembered Tala.

"But it's like I was tellin you, guys, with me there it is all much easier to everybody. You see, I can manage to introduce you to those two freakin hot girls. So everybody wins," Michael said.

"I see," said Robert.

"But I must warn you first that I'm goin for the red haired one," said Michael. "Unless you want her Kai," he added looking at Kai.

Everybody immediately turned and lay eyes on Kai.

"No, you can have her if you want to," he said expressionless.

"Great!"

"Now let us eat," said Hilary. "This conversation is hyper boring"

"Just for you, girly," said an indigo haired boy with a cap.

"Oh, Tyson. Can't believe you wanna know about those much older girls," said Hilary a little hurt.

"And why wouldn't I? They're hot..."

"Seriously, I expected..."

"Oh, enough," said Robert. "Lets go"

The whole gang left the room towards the canteen. Mena and Chelsea were going towards it too.

"Do you know if they cook well here?" asked Mena to Chelsea.

"No, but I hope so, I'm starving."

"So am I."

The girls entered the canteen. There were eight giant tables, one for each grade, plus one table at the top of the room for the teachers and another in front of teachers' one where was nothing but a flower jar.

Mena and Chelsea soon found the 10th year's table, but for their amazement it was full with some kids from the 8th and 9th grade and some older guys, all sat at the bottom of the table.

Anyway, they went towards the table and found two seats next to a group of three girls laughing out loud but who stopped at the moment they sat.

"I'm Madison," said a very very tanned girl yet blonde.

"Mena."

"Chelsea."

"I'm Kenzie," said a pale blonde girl sat by Chelsea.

"And I'm Delancee," said a brunette sat next to Kenzie.

"I heard you're gonna stay in the same room as us," said Madison.

"Room 274?" asked Chelsea.

"Oh, yeah. Well, I have to say that I'm kinda sorry to have our room finally fulfilled. We liked to be just the three of us, you know. But you seem nice," said Kenzie.

"Oh thank you," Chelsea smiled.

"Oh yeah, thank you. We appreciate the huge sacrifice your makin by letting us stay with you," said Mena with a taste of irony.

The three girls stared at Mena looking offended. Mena just ignored them and began to eat her soup with impeccable manners.

The food wasn't all that bad at school so they ate relatively fast. When they ended they decided to go to their dorm and have a good night of sleep, they were damn tired.

"Where are you goin?" asked Madison somehow stressed when she Mena and Chelsea getting up.

"To our room," answered Chelsea.

"You can't," turned Madison blocking the passage.

"What?" asked Mena frowning. Those girls had to be joking.

"You can't go in there," said Kenzie. "At least not without us around."

"Yeah," added Delancee.

"Right and you three are going to stop me?" Mena smirked. "And why is that, can we know?"

"Nothing in particular, we just want to show you your beds," said Madison.

"Okay…" Mena was having a good time watching those girls act. There was something truly strange there that made them look ridiculous.

Both Chelsea and she decided to follow the girls who they now called the LOL band.

"I don't know why you don't like them, Mena. They seem nice," said Chelsea when they were approaching the room.

"I think I'll wait a week before I take my conclusions."

In that moment Madison opened the door and they all entered the room.

"The beds are all fresh made but we have thought that you could stay with those two beds," she said pointing at two beds near the door. "You see, this way you get less light in the morning and you can manage to sleep longer."

"That's so sweet of you," said Chelsea with a smile.

"Wait a second, not so good for me." Mena had the nasty habit of suspecting everybody. "I really wanted that bed over there," said Mena pointing at a bed under the window.

"Oh Mena, let it go they're bein nice letting us stay we these beds," said Chelsea.

The LOL band grinned.

"Still I prefer that one," stated Mena. She went straight to her closet and took out her pajamas then she locked herself on the bathroom.

Two minutes later she came out with her clothes on her hand, which she threw inside the closet she assumed to be hers. Chelsea passed by her and entered the bathroom next.

A couple of minutes later she too came out and found Mena already asleep, beaten by the tiredness. So she dragged herself to bed where she too fell asleep five minutes later.

The LOL group watched the whole scene with a fake smile and confined themselves to bed too.

A/N: and this was the first chapter. What did you guys think of it? I hope you've liked it. Review please. Anonymous reviews are welcome as well. See ya in the next chapter.