A/N: so this is a new story about kartik and gemma, except….

IT'S A MIX BETWEEN THE WHOLE GEMMA DOYLE TRILOGY AND TWILIGHT!

Hope u like chapeeturo uno!!

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I stepped out of the carriage, thin shoes pinching my toes all the while and looked up at the grand building standing in front of me; Sporks Academy for Young Ladies (A/N: I mixed Spence and Forks).

My brother, Tom, followed me out, standing up so his back was erect and he looked stuck-up. Without saying a word, he carried my bags and escorted me to the front door. When we got there, Tom said, "Take care, and none of your tomfoolery."

I sighed dramatically and shook my head. "You do know what that word is named after, don't you?" I asked.

Tom, looking stubborn, walked away with his head held high. He looked like he was trying to get his chin to touch his collarbone. It was hilarious, but I managed to suppress a laugh.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the large oak doors. A large lady wearing purple velvet nodded her head at me and turned around. I followed her silently. She led me up a winding staircase until we arrived at door. It had a plaque on it saying 'Headmaster'. The large lady opened the door to reveal the ugliest room I had ever seen. The floors were a dull brown and the walls white. A desk stood in the middle, with a large chair and a small one on the other side.

The large woman went over and sat on the large one while I stepped into the room shyly. She smiled softly. "Sit, darling, sit," she said. I did so. "I am Mrs. Nightwing," she continued. "Welcome to Sporks." She began lecturing me on the many rules and regulations. I only paid attention half the time. The other half, I was imagining how my time would be there. Mrs. Nightwing seemed nice enough, but I wasn't so sure that I would make good friends.

Sooner than I thought, Mrs. Nightwing was leading me down a corridor towards my room. Suddenly, I remembered something. "Um, excuse me, miss," I said shyly, "I left my bags in your office."

Mrs. Nightwing nodded and said, "Our housekeeper, Brigid, already took care of that."

Finally, we arrived at a door marked 171. Mrs. Nightwing stopped in her tracks and pointed at it. "That's your stop. Unpack your bags and come to the Chapel at sundown for vespers. You'll know where it is; all the other girls will be heading there, as well. You will be rooming with Ann Bradshaw. You will like her. I must leave you now. Good day." And then she was off.

I walked into the room. There were two beds, two desks with a mirror above each one, and a dressing screen. The window in the far side of the room looked over the forest.

I sat on the bed that was probably mine, since my bags were on it. I opened the bags and began to unpack, but soon I saw that the sun was beginning to set, so I changed behind the dressing screen into a more appropriate outfit than my traveling suit. By then, it was already time to leave.

Just as I reached out to open the door, someone opened it from the outside. I froze in place. The girl was short with light brown hair. Her nose was a bit red, which made her look really cute, like a little doll. She smiled shyly up at me. Of course, she had to lift her head a bit, since I was very tall for my age.

"Hello," I said. "I'm Gemma; Gemma Doyle." I held out my hand. She took it softly.

"Hello," she said in a soft, smooth voice. "I'm Ann Bradshaw." I smiled at her. I didn't know how, but I had a feeling that we were going to be great friends.

When Ann was completely ready, we walked down the corridor and the winding staircase, out the door, and we were off down a thin trail towards the Chapel. I hooked my arm through Ann's and walked at the same pace as her. "So," I said conversationally. "Tell me about the drama of this school."

She giggled. "Well, there is Cecily and her crew. They are really pompous and rude. Then, there's Felicity and Pippa."

I couldn't think of anything to say. "Those are unique names," I said.

"They are gorgeous," Ann continued. "Really beautiful. You need to be on their good side, though, to know the real them. If your not, they completely shun you. They're nice, I suppose." I nodded my understanding.

I looked around me, trying to memorize the path. There was a soft light coming from somewhere deep in the trees, like a campfire. "Ann, what's that light over there?" I asked.

Ann looked over at what I was pointing at and excitement immediately filled her eyes. I lifted one eyebrow questioningly. "It's the gypsy camp," she explained. I kept my one eyebrow up. Why would she get so excited from that? I thought. "Everyone here is secretly with one of them. See, Cecily is with Michael, Felicity is with Ithal, Pippa is with Emerson, and I am with Benjamin." Her voice was full of love.

I smiled. "That's really wonderful for all of you, Ann," I said softly. I was always very gentle when it came to romance. It was my soft spot.

Someone to my other side hooked their arm through mine. I looked over. She was around my age with pale blonde hair and piercing bright blue eyes. Her hair was up in a tight bun, with the edges falling out of it. She was an amazing sight. She faced me, smiling brightly. She certainly had charm on her list of skills.

"Hello," she said in a voice thick with allure. "I'm Felicity. Felicity Worthington, of Mayfair. I see you have been acquainted with our Annie."

I nodded, smiling at her. We were definitely going to get along just fine. "She's told me all about you, and I believe another girl named… Pippa, was it?"

"You called me?" asked a high-pitched, beautiful voice from my other side. She hooked her arm through Ann's. My jaw was about to drop. She was amazing. She had dark brown hair, almost black, that hung in ringlets down her back. Her face was heart-shaped, yet angular. Her eyes were an enchanting violet. She would make any man come to his knees.

I smiled at her. "Nice to meet you, both of you," I said. "I'm Gemma Doyle."

Pippa giggled. "So, Ann's told you all about us and the school, now, has she?" she asked.

I nodded my understanding. "Well, then, perhaps she may come to our little gathering tonight," Felicity said, all powerful and mighty.

Ann, noticing my confusion babbled, "I didn't get to tell you yet. We obviously can't meet the gypsy men out in the open, so we come to their camp at night when Mrs. Nightwing has had her proper dose of sherry."

I smiled brightly. "That sounds fun. I'll definitely be there," I said excitedly.

Felicity turned her head, still held high, towards the path ahead of us. "I do believe we are going to be great friends, dear Gemma," she said.

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A/N: so… ya liked chapter 1? If you did, ya betcha that I'm gonna write more! Believe me, if you think it's a bit shakey, I know it is, but you have to read the other chapters for it to go more smoothly. If you do think so, though, please notify me! Constructive criticism is my tutor! AND R+R, DON'T FORGET IT!