AN : I started to write this fanfiction in French and a lot of people asked me to translate it... As you can see in my AN my english is not well enough to translate all this story *blushing* so all thanks goes to RecalltheLove who will translate it! She does an amazing work and it's a pleasure to work with her! You can go on her profile and read her own fics :) Thanks my dear!
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Jane Rizzoli lifted one of many necklaces she wore around her neck to her lips. As she chewed one of her Buddhist rosary beads, she examined the decoration of the austere room in which she found herself. There were no pictures, only a huge wooden cross attached to the white wall in front of her. She sank a little in her seat, this time gazing at the large bookcases around her.

"This establishment will not tolerate a single misstep from you Miss Rizzoli. Sit up straight!"

Mother Winifred, who was now standing behind Jane, punctuated her last sentence with a slight slap of the ruler on Jane's shoulder. She let just a small grunt escape at the pain, but continued to ignore the speaker's words. This time, Jane concentrated her gaze on the principal's office. Every object surrounding her file was properly aligned and she was dying to get up, tear each page out and run away.

"After reading about your school career I might have thought I was dealing with an exemplary student. You are at a very high standard, both in mathematics and English, and your grades are just as good in your other subjects. If only your behaviour did not sully the brilliant mind that you seem to have."

Mother Winifred took her place behind her desk, leafing through Jane's file until she reached the last page.

"'Consumption of alcoholic beverages between classes', 'Unauthorized outings after hours', 'Participation in dangerous games with her roommates' ... And I won't get into the fire you caused in the cafeteria last year! Miss Rizzoli, where do you think these acts of vandalism will take you?"

The principal paused in the hope that the girl would react to what she said but Jane continued to fixate her gaze on the fine lace curtains on the left. Jane forced herself to stay calm and quiet, trying to show that nothing could affect her. Mother Winifred sighed.

"There is a bigger problem, Miss Rizzoli. I talked to your parents and they have confided in me about your ... more 'personal' details and I want to tell you that I will do my best to help you. You are in God's house here and I'm sure he will be inclined to help you get back on track."

Jane could not help paying attention on hearing mention of her parents and felt her blood boil a little more at each word that followed. When Mother Winifred paused again, this time Jane gave her a dark look. They remained in this way for a long time, Jane searching for a response, Mother Winifred patiently awaiting any reaction, apparently happy to have found the right words to get to Jane.

Jane was about to speak when someone knocked gently at the door. The director sighed and ordered the person to enter.

"You asked to see me, Mother?"

"Yes, Maura. May I present our new girl, Miss Jane Rizzoli, who has come from public high school in Boston - Samuel Adams. Jane, this is your poetry teacher, Miss Isles. I would like you to show her our school and her room. She will join the Teresa and Lola on the third floor. "

Jane got up quickly, happy that this discussion was finally over. She grabbed the straps of her bag, hoisting it over her shoulder, and then turned to her new teacher. She paused, astonished that such a beautiful woman would be teaching in this institution. Jane had expected to see an old lady like Mother Winifred but Miss Isles was far from her age. Long blonde hair fell slightly curled on her small shoulders and she wore a simple white dress that covered her body to her knees. The sunlight coming through the window was shining her pale skin; she looked like an angel who had come to rescue her.

"Welcome to St. Cantius, Jane."

Miss Isles held out her hand which Jane grasped gently, enjoying the extreme softness of her skin. The smile on the teacher's lips put the finishing touch to the magnificent image she was observing.

"I have a few things to discuss with Miss Isles. Jane, wait outside."

Jane did not deign to speak or even look at Mother Winifred as went to the door. She did not pause for a moment, even when she heard Mother Winifred say she hoped the conversation would make Jane think.

"I need you to watch her closely, Maura. She seems like a difficult case."

Maura nodded, then joined Jane who was waiting patiently in the hallway.

"On the ground floor is the chapel down the hall, and what you see here is the entrance to the cafeteria. On the first floor are the classrooms, and the second and third are the residents' rooms. Follow me, Jane, and I'll show you. "

Maura began to advance towards the chapel but was stopped when Jane grabbed her elbow, wheeling her around to face her.

"Let's just say that the oral presentation was enough, teach. Let's go straight to my room, I'm exhausted from the trip here from Boston and the only thing I want right now is a fucking shower."

Jane's voice was more hoarse than usual, showing her real fatigue. Maura disengaged her arm, too quickly to feel the light caress of the teenager's thumb, and crossed her arms. She exchanged her affectionate smile for a look that was harder and stricter.

"Watch your language Jane. Tomorrow will be your first day of classes and it's one of mine. I'd hope you wouldn't want to be late in finding the classroom."

Jane frowned, surprised to see such a sudden change in behaviour. Maura Isles had seemed the most gentle and kind woman she had ever met, at first. However, she still possessed an authoritative nature that could put Jane in her place. Jane put both hands in the pockets of her hole-filled jeans, nodding to Maura to show her she was ready to follow.

She went through each floor, Miss Isles being careful to explain each room. Jane listened silently, allowing herself discreet glances toward Maura's body whenever they ascended a staircase. The teenager remained silent until they came to her new room and was showed a bed where her school uniform was already folded.

Maura was about to leave, but she turned once more to Jane.

"I advise you not to wear those necklaces tomorrow. In particular, those Buddhist rosaries. "

Jane gripped the biggest rosary, beginning to play with it nervously without realising.

"Why?"

"It's in the rules - you have a copy of them in your bedside table. You may only wear a discrete necklace with no religious connections, other than Catholic."

"I'll think about it."

Jane went to the door, pushing it open slightly as a sign that she wanted to be alone now. Maura understood her message and did not push the issue. She gave her one last smile before leaving.

Jane took a long shower, enjoying the fact that her roommates are still at lessons. When she came out they were back. One of them was lying on her bed with her headphones in their ears and the other was leafing through a magazine on her own. The teenager paid them no attention and lay directly under the covers with her back to them.

Lola gave up on her reading and approached Jane's bed.

"Hi. I'm Lola and she's Teresa."

Lola waited a few seconds, and then, seeing no reaction from Jane, turned to her friend. Teresa raised her eyes up to the ceiling, chewing her gum a little more vigorously and increasing the volume on her MP3 player.

When she heard Lola take her place on her bed again, Jane pressed the rosary a little harder to her chest and let her tears flow against the pillow. She had not allowed herself to crack until now. Even when her parents had threatened to send her to a Catholic school. Even when they announced they had finally registered her. Even when she was in the office of Mother Winifred, away from her family and her friends. Jane wept for almost an hour, letting a few sobs escape once her two roommates had left for the cafeteria.

She wiped her cheeks and then grabbed her schedule, which indicated her first poetry class was at 8am. She set an alarm on her phone. She fell asleep thinking about the only good thing about her day, meeting Miss Isles.

AN : I hope you liked this first chapter and please don't forget to write a review, even a little one so I'll know if people are interested in this english version :) Of course thanks again to RecalltheLove who translate it!