Hi this is my first St Trinians fic and wasn't planning it at all but I got an idea, so here we go...

Disclaimer: I own nothing what-so-ever. But if I did I would still write this so. But I do own Jac who, just in case you don't realise, is a girl.

A girl of eleven years old was sitting in her form room waiting for the lesson to end. She hated coming to this school for a lot of reasons, many not even worth talking about, in her opinion anyway. The thing she hated most was the discipline and teachers. They picked on her non-stop, she hated it. Ten minutes left before the next dreaded lesson, which just so happened to be P.E. Just another reason she hated this school, she couldn't be bothered and people hated her for that, and for the small fact that she took charge in pretty much everything the pupils did.

"Jac...Wake up numb nuts. Are you here or not?!" Her teacher Miss James, was a twat and had only just started in the high school, and because she was new she picked on the quiet but interfering child. Miss James sighed before standing up and slowly walking to Jac's table. "Jac, how many times do I have to tell you? You answer when you're spoken to, got it this time?" Jac said nothing, just glared at the 20-something teacher. "I have had it up to here" She pointed just above her own head "with you and your obnoxious attitude. If you don't start behaving properly I will have no choice but to expel you. You have done nothing since you started at this school and to be honest I don't think you ever will. Go and see the headmaster." Jac didn't move. "Did you not hear me Jac? Go and see the headmaster. NOW!" Jac casually stood up and walked to the door. Before leaving she said something only the people nearest could hear, and it made them laugh out loud. "What did you say Jac?" Miss James looked up, she still hadn't moved from Jac's table.

"I said, 'I wont have to put up with you for much longer Miss, you'll be out of the job before the month's out. You'll get taken away by the Asylum.'" She ran out of the room closely followed by Miss James. Some of Jac's friends stood up and cheered when Miss James fell over one of her many long necklaces. Meanwhile...A teacher in the next room heard the commotion but didn't bother going out to see what was happening. One word came into her head, 'Jac'.

The next day Miss James wasn't at school and Jac had an easy day not doing much and being told to see the headmaster again. That office was like her second home, she spent most of her day in there. But on this particular day Mr Peters, the headmaster, had decided to make an offer Jac couldn't refuse. So when she was next sent to see him he would tell her his plan. He didn't have to wait long though, twenty minutes in fact.

"Morning Jac, been busy already I see." He noted a long scratch down her cheek and a cut on her eyebrow.

"You could say that sir. But it wasn't my fault this time. She pushed me into a wall at break yesterday, so I decided to get my own back. And I did. She came off worse though sir." At least she's honest.

"That's not what I wanted to talk to you about actually." Jac just looked blank. "I have an idea that could make you very happy."

"Go on" She prompted.

"Well...I have this friend who runs a school, just for girls." He paused so she could question him.

"Why would that make me happy? I hate girls." She was going slightly red in the face.

"Listen, now don't bite my head off but, it's a boarding school. And it's a school that I think you will fit in to quite well. I went to visit it only last year, and it was doing worse than ever. The girls are almost terrorists, they steal things and I think that people have died in that school. It's a great opportunity for you." Again he paused.

"I'll say it again, why would that make me happy?" Mr Peters sighed and answered best he could.

"The headmistress, Miss Fritton, says that she will take on girls that don't fit in anywhere else. We can't afford to keep you here, you break windows every other day and who knows what else you do. Look, just read the leaflet through. You might change your mind about it." He handed the leaflet to Jac who nodded and walked out the door.

X

At home that night Jac was sat in the window seat reading through the info sheets for the school she might go to. She had just read the first side when Chris came in. Chris was the head care worker at Kid-Tough, a care home.

"What you got there Scrap?" Chris was like a dad to the kids, but mostly to Jac. Her real dad was away on business a lot so didn't have time to look after her properly, and since her mum walked out a couple of years ago there was no other option.

"Oh, nothing much." Chris gave her 'his look'. It made her tell him the truth. "I wish you'd stop doing that, it really bugs me. Anyway, it's just a booklet that Mr Peters gave me today. He wants me to consider going to a boarding school. He says it will give me a better future, I might not go though. It's all girls."

"Ah. Well maybe you should consider it properly, if he said that. I mean you do have a habit of getting into trouble at this school and to be honest, we need the room." She understood what he was trying to say. The home had been struggling with people dumping their newborn kids on the doorstep. Changing the subject completely she asked about her dad.

"Is he still coming to pick me up on Saturday?" Chris sighed and shook his head.

"I just got off the phone with him, he made another excuse about being held up in Paris." Jac was surprised with what Chris had just said, as he usually said he couldn't make it, and he left it at that. But it was starting to get annoying. Thinking hard for a moment, Jac said.

"I've made my decision, I'm going." She nodded as she spoke. "Bring on St. Trinians." Chris smiled and told the other kids about it. Now all she had to do is wait for her dad to pay the fee's and go through two week's more of going to the same school as Miss James. Should be fun.

X

Two weeks passed relatively quickly and before she knew it, it was time for Jac to say goodbye to her few friends. They knew that she was moving but they didn't know where. After saying goodbye to her mates she was called to Mr Peters office for a final chat.

"So, you ready to go?" Jac nodded. "Good, well like I said every thing's sorted and Miss Fritton can't wait to meet you. She has asked a few third years to look after you." The bell went and they both stood up. "We'll miss you Jac. Well some of us will." Jac laughed at the old man who gave her a quick hug before she left. Jac was leaving at break time so she could get to the new school in time for lunch and things. As she got into Chris' car she looked behind her to see a procession of people waving her off, she was surprised to see Miss James there and as she got in to the car and opened the window she heard her say,

"See you in hell, Jac."

"You'll get there first Miss. See you everyone." They pulled away and started the long drive to St Trinians. When they got onto the motorway they found it packed with people who didn't hear the notice of the three car one lorry pile up further down. It was going to be a long drive.

Well, what did you think? Well i like so...erm...anyway this is only the background on Jac really, the next chapter will involve lots of people. Oh and this is set when Kelly, Taylor, Andrea and Polly are in third year (year 9). Sorry for any mistakes n stuff. I'll try to update later today or tomorrow.
Sophie