Hi! Well, this is my first fic so please go easy on me :) Con crit is greatly appreciated and I have no beta, so any mistakes are mine and mine alone, also, St. Trinian's isn't mine (despite me wishing it was) only the OC's are mine :)

Also, note the rating and this will end up as a Kel/Belle fic, so don't like don't read, any who, please please review and tell me what you think :) Thank you.


Prologue

To anyone looking in to the softly window the first thing they would have thought would be, why is there only one window? Then they would realise where they were and think, why is the window there? Looking into the lounge, a lounge was riskier in this part of Amsterdam, all manner of things could happen in a lounge. But after this they would look into the lounge and think the scene very intimate. Six girls, for they weren't women, not yet, lounging on the couch and floor, two curled together on a bean bag. Another two spooning on the large couch and two sat between the bean bags and couch. The soft lights and quiet chatting, they looked like a family.

What you couldn't see from the outside is that the television just out of sight was playing Disney's Princess and the Frog, all the girls were laughing and singing along, chatting and teasing good naturedly. The two on the bean bag looked the most intimate, too intimate to be family. All the women in the house were pretty, that was a given, but the two together seemed exceptionally different from the others, one was the only white girl in the room, her pale skin had a slight sun kissed quality from the summer sun but in comparison to her Hispanic friend looked pale in comparison. They were lay on top of each other, the Hispanic girl stroked her hand down the paler girl's neck.

"Stop it." She sighed, sitting up with a snort. "I don't go that way."

The girls nearest scoffed.

"You little liar, Rory!" Said an oriental girl relaxing on the floor.

"Yeah, you're the most bent here!" Said a dark skinned girl with a thick accent.

"I am not bent!" The pale girl, Rory, laughed, picking up a cushion near her and throwing it over to the couch and dark haired girl.

"Afia has a point," Said a different oriental girl.

"Whatever Fu," Rory rolled her eyes. "I'm just not picky like you!" The other girls snorted.

"Hey!" Fusako, Fu, complained.

"Now that is no lie." The Hispanic girl nodded in agreement.

"Oh, shush Lucita," Fu shot back.

"Which is weird," The other oriental girl, Jaio, mused.

"Considering your profession," Afia laughed.

"The only hooker in history to have a distinct taste." Rory snorted.

"Guys, I'm trying to watch the movie." Said one of the girls on the couch yet to say something.

"Sorry Frey." The girls chimed, Freyja was one of the oldest there at 19. Another young girl walked into the lounge, her eyes were puffy and red,

"Mina!" Afia said shocked, looking up to the new comer, everyone rushed over to her, cuddling round trying to soothe her.

"Mina, what's wrong! What's going on?"

"Madam Minnares..." Mina said quietly, "She needs to speak to us she said, she's sending us all home."

Uproar.

That's what Madam Minnares walked into, Mina most have heard the phonecall just previously.

The grand woman walked into the room and all seven girls turned to her, all shouting and questioning at the same time.

"Girls, girls, GIRLS!" They fell silent.

"Madam, none of us have anywhere to go."

"I know." The woman said gravely, she wasn't very old, late fifties, early sixties at the most. You could tell from looking at her that in her hay day she had been beautiful.

"Madam! Madam!... what's going to happen to us! Where are we going to go!"

"GIRLS! Please!" Madam shouted over the rising din. The Madam walked and sat on the couch and the other girls all grabbed a cushion or bean bag and sat around her. When the Madam spoke no one dared interrupt, else suffer the consequences.

"I can no longer afford the rooms I rent, and so I regret to tell you that I'm going to have to lay one of you off."

All the girls gasped and clung to each other, Minnares looked pained as she said it,

"I hate this, I really do, I consider all of you my family and I took you in when you had nowhere to go and I have no intention of releasing you into this cold world without help, I dare not. I love you all too much for this. I've set up a place and an account for the person leaving so they will be ok and if the tax is lowered or business booms I will bring you back in a heartbeat." Madam Minnares sighed and looked to the floor.

"Rory. Please can you come to my office."

The girls gasped.

"Rory! No!" They all clung to the pale skinned girl as she blinked back tears, standing from her bean bag and following the grand woman from the room.


Rory sat opposite the desk and looked down at the plain wood.

"You know this is as much for your safety as anything else." Minnares told her.

"Yes Madam," Rory nodded, looking up at the kind face of the woman who had taken her in.

"It's too dangerous for you to be in Amsterdam any more,"

"It's too dangerous for me to be anywhere Madam."

"No," Minnares shook her head with a wide smile. "I know a place back in you homeland that you have to be an idiot to go to."

"Ah, that's why you're sending me," Rory smiled.

"It's a school somewhere in the English countryside."

Rory looked up. "I don't mix with schools."

"You might like this one." Minnares smiled. "It's called St. Trinian's."