Hi all I'm back with another one, I just can't seem to leave the St Trinian's world alone at the moment! Thanks to Lilia-Rose and XDanniiX for their kind reviews of my first fic, it really gave me the confidence to try another.
The small town of St. George seemed to collectively hold its breath as the sound of two hundred, mostly high heeled, footsteps were heard approaching from the direction of St. Trinian's School For Girls. It was the town's Guy Fawkes Night celebrations and they had prepared with a large bonfire built on the village green, a Guy stitched together by the local primary school, Fast food and carnival stands and of course a large pile of fireworks.
Jemima Avery, Chairwoman of the Parish Council, Local WI Chapter and Landlady of The Five Bells pub had extended an invitation to the school through the new naïve English teacher she had met at the Post Office one morning as, "A symbol of Christian forgiveness of past sins and to forge a new relationship between St. George and 's". She chose to ignore the fact that some of the townspeople were speculating it may have something to do with trying to look innocent in the face of the rumours circulating about members of the 6th Form leaving The Five Bells late on Friday nights when John Avery was left alone to run the pub in his wife's absence due to her WI meetings.
The image of a typical upwardly mobile rural housewife, she was short and plump and wore her riding boots and trousers, covered by a wax jacket and what she was probably hoping people thought was a Chanel scarf. Her hair had been tightly curled and set neatly on top of her head and wore no make up, for fear of looking 'brassy'. Squinting her pig-like eyes she joined the rest of the town on watching the approaching figures saunter out of the darkness of the country lane and into the cheerfully lit village centre.
They were mostly all there, or from what she could remember from her few dealings with them, the peculiar head teacher and a few of her rag tag members of staff; the three slutty ones who were dragging her husbands name into the mud with their little late night visits; the common ones who always seemed to start a fight with the village girls whenever they visited; the miserable, weird looking ones and of course the lead delinquent who they had the gall to call 'Head Girl'. She always thought that Head Girls were elected because of their academic and behavioural excellence and not, as in this case she guessed, how well they filled out a pencil skirt. As the group neared the centre they spread out in a long horizontal line and stopped in front of Jemima and some of the council members like a western showdown. The Head Girl lowered and raised her eyes, taking in Jemima's appearance and smirked like she was in on some private joke.
Jemima bristled internally but managed a sickly sweet smile as she stepped forward to greet the headmistress; if it hadn't been for the council stressing how much money the girls spent during their weekly shopping and pub trips and the money from parents occasionally stopping over in the village she would have quit merrily left them alone to continue destroying their dilapidated stately home.
"Miss Fritton, how wonderful that you all were able to come along to our celebrations"
"Oh not at all Mrs Avery! Explosives and the ritualistic execution of a traitor, I couldn't think of a finer night out for my girls!"
"Oh…well…yes" Jemima stammered, once again thrown by the woman's strange answer. She glanced over at the girls and noted how they were nearly all scandalously half dressed in short sleeved tops and mini skirts revealing tops of stockings, not so much as a coat or jumper between them.
"Well I must say you're all very brave coming dressed as you are, I dare say you must be freezing dearie!" she cooed to the Head Girl, patting her lightly on the arm.
The amused smirk instantly fell from her face and was instantly replaced with an icy cold glare causing Jemima to wrench her hand away as if it had been burnt. Miss Fritton chortled excruciatingly at her comment
"Oh no my dear they're all much too full of the spirit of youthful exuberance to feel such things as the cold, that's for us old fogies. I say, is that a drinks tent I see over there? Come lets leave the girls and your wonderful young people to enjoy themselves" she declared, grabbing Jemima by the arm and dragging her away while vaguely pointing in the direction of where some of the local boys were loitering, staring at the girls.
"Do try and enjoy yourselves girlies!" she cried over her shoulder to her students
"Snooty cow" Taylor spat at the rapidly disappearing form of Jemima "Aint nothing wrong wiv the way we dress"
"We aint gonna just take that are we Kel?" Tania and Tara asked as usual in perfect unison
"Absolutely not" She replied, the smirk began to reappear on her scarlet lips as a plan began to formulate in her mind
"Gather around girls, I think I've just found a way for us to enjoy ourselves"