BeBe: I don't own House of Anubis.
Bri stared up at the sorority house, and groaned. Great. A new year, in a new country, with new people she'd never met before. Could life get any worse?
And in Britain, for God's sake! Why in all the did she have to be sent to a school with tea loving British twits? She'd rather die!
Oh, well. Bri thought to herself. I guess there's nothing I can do, now. I'm just gonna have to endure these British geeks for the next year, until I get back into Washington.
She'd been kicked out of Washington high in America for a prank she didn't even pull. Her friends, George and Jack had, yet somehow, she was the one who had gotten blamed. Bri wasn't sure how, though.
Oh, wait, she did know. She turned herself in, so that this exact thing wouldn't happen to them. Man, those girls better be wallowing in their guilt, right now. Otherwise this whole thing would've been for nothing.
Bri took a deep breath, and clutched her suitcase closer to her hip, before entering the house. It looked to be fairly big, from the inside, maybe two or three floors with a 100-200 square foot base. Maybe, if she was very careful, she wouldn't have to deal with any of the tea loving hippies while she was here.
Of course, though, they'd probably come looking for her, trying to be nice and "welcome" the new girl into the house. Which was why Bri had put on this whole gothic bad girl façade, hoping that that would keep any unwanted visitors away.
Her and Alex had gone shopping the day before departure for these new clothes, and makeup, because Alex hated Brits as much as Bri did. Now, instead of looking like the misbehaving little angel she was, she looked like well, Lola on her first episode of Zoey 101.
Her blonde hair was now crimped and pulled into a side pony tail, she had a black belly shirt on, with a skirt that was so short, it almost wasn't even there. She had dusted her dusk blue eyes until they looked dark, and mysterious, and she was careful to keep a look of not caring on her face. Hopefully, that would work.
Bri took a deep breath, and went to enter the house. She'd already had a virtual tour, and so was confident she'd be able to find her room, fast enough. All the other kids were still at school, so if she was quick, and light on her feet, she just might make it before they got home.
She turned towards the familiar stair case, and was about halfway up when she heard a voice from below/behind her.
"You must be the new student."
Bri groaned, softly, at getting caught. She could tell by the voice, that it was an older man, probably the head of the house. Oh, well, better him then one of those roommate twits she was sure to be meeting, soon.
She turned around to see a middle aged guy with thinning brown hair, and a brown beard-mustache thingy mahoober. Bri didn't know why, but she didn't like the looks of him.
The man looked her up and down, not checking her out, more of like a… glance at her clothes. He sneered, and went back to looking her in the eye. Bri couldn't help but get the feeling that he wasn't happy with seeing her. And not just because of the way she looked. Something else, something... deeper than that, though she didn't spend much time dwelling on the thought.
"Well," he said, "I can see how you got kicked out of your other school."
Bri worked to keep the 'I-couldn't-care-less' look on her face, as she spoke to him. "Well, that's one I've never heard before." She kept her voice sarcastic, and chewed on her berry flavored gum, rolling her eyes.
The man glared at her, "Just remember, Miss. Faye, we take discipline very seriously around here. I suggest not stepping out of line."
Bri pretended to examine her nails, nonchalantly. "Whatever." She sighed, when on the inside, she was really freaking out. She normally didn't act this bad! I mean, she did act bad, but not in front of grown ups!
"The others will be home in a half hour. I want you down to dinner at precisely 6:00, not a minute late." The man-Bri just remembered his name was Victor-went on, as if she hadn't spoken.
Bri snorted, and turned her back on him. "I'll be there when I'll be there." And she left.
Once she was out of sight, she ran into the first room she saw, and collapsed onto the floor, breathing hard. This was going to be tougher than she had thought. Every part of her was screaming at her to go back down there and apologize.
Gulping, loudly, she stood up, and scanned the room. It wasn't hers, and she didn't spend anymore time in there to really soak anything else in. She got out, and strolled down to her own room at the end of the hall.
She looked herself once over in her full length mirror that the movers must've brought the day before, and decided that maybe she went a bit too far. Maybe she could make them stay out of her way without being such a bad girl.
Bri sighed, and spit out her gum, before switching her clothes for a black and red halter top, with a black salsa dress length spaghetti strap underneath. She then pulled on webbed tights, and a black button up vest-which she didn't button-and glanced herself over again, in the mirror. Now, she didn't look as bad chick as before.
A knock at her door brought her out of her reverie. Bri glanced herself once more over in the mirror, before eyeing her actual clothes that she had packed to make a good show for her mother. She could change fast, and could try and deal with the British people instead.
Okay, she thought, if this proves to be too hard, you can change back in a week. Just keep the charade up until then.
She went over, and opened the door to reveal a tan girl with dark brown hair. Bri put an annoyed expression on her face, at the girl who smiled at her.
"Hi!" she said, cheerfully, in a nauseating British accent.. "I'm Mara."
"And I'm getting sick." Bri sighed, making sure to catch the girl's eye. She leant up against the door frame, and pretended to examine her nails, again.
"Um… okay." Mara murmured, a bit nervously. "I was just coming to invite you to our house, Brittany!"
"Call me Bri." Bri sighed, and clucked the heels of her combat boots together.
"Well… um, dinner's almost ready, and I was wondering if you needed someone to escort you down there. You know, seeing as you're new and all, you probably don't know the way. And Victor's real strict about us all getting there on time." Mara smiled, slightly.
"I believe I already told Victor I'd be there when I'm there." Bri glared at the overly chirpy girl. Deep inside, she was quite sure that she'd like her, but she promised herself she'd keep up the charade at least until Saturday. Five days, she could handle that. Plus, it'd be kind of fun to see the looks on everyone's faces when she emerged in her real form.
"Uh… Victor said he'd come up here, and get you if you didn't come down with me. And let me just say, you don't want that happening." Mara warned, acting as if it were her last chance.
Bri sighed, and stepped out of her room, shutting the door behind her. She rested a hand on her hip, as she followed Mara down to the kitchen where she saw a bunch of faces, boys and girls.
She had to restrain a gulp. Why in the world would boys be residing in the same house as girls? This isn't college, she could not room with boys. It was totally unacceptable!
This year was going to suck.
{3rd person Jerome's p.o.v}
"I swear," Mara groaned, as she took her place next to Patricia. "She is the most obnoxious person I've ever met!"
Patricia leant forward, resting her head in her hand. Jerome and Alfie glanced at each other, both positive that she had meant most obnoxious girl she'd ever seen. There was just no way that there was a human on Earth more obnoxious then them, that was what they spent their years making sure of.
"Even more obnoxious then Jerome and Alfie?" Patricia snorted, and rolled her eyes.
"In a way, yes." Mara answered, surprising everyone. "She has no respect. Heck, she even went into the kitchen to make sure that Trudy didn't make her peanut butter and jelly sandwich right! She said she refuses to eat it, unless it's made exactly right."
"Well, guys," Nina jumped in. "Let's give her the benefit of the doubt, here. This is her first day, she's likely to be noticed, and just wants to make a memorable first impression."
"Fine!" Patricia exploded at the American. "Then let her make cupcakes or something for us! Don't let her parade around like a hooker, and ruin everybody's fun!"
Jerome snuck a glance into the kitchen to see a girl with blonde hair pulled up into a side ponytail. She seemed to be arguing with Trudy, before throwing her hands up, and making the sandwich herself.
"Well," he smirked, turning back to the group. "she may be obnoxious but she is hot."
"Jerome, do you ever think about something that isn't girls?" Fabian moaned.
Jerome pretended to think about it, and nodded. "Yep, what prank I'm gonna pull on all you losers next."
The others rolled their eyes and made a move to go back to discussing the new girl, when a bored voice broke through them all.
"Prank pullers are the real losers."
Everyone turned to face the blonde, who was standing in the kitchen thresh hold, staring wide eyed, down at her sandwich.