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The fall of the Rummelsworth Empire
Part One: The Beginning of the End.
Chapter One
She was sitting in her classroom, at Rummelsworth Finishing Academy, drumming her fingers. She was waiting for the minute hand to strike three o'clock. When the bell rang, and she bolted out of there as fast as her short legs would carry her. She wasn't so tall, but Stephanie Matthews wasn't the most advisable to mess with. Granted it was a finishing school. She raced back to the richly decorated dorms. 'God, its way too cheery in here, how does anyone stand it' She thought to herself. Entering the common room, she was greeted warmly, by a face she never saw before.
'A Gold plaid skirt, one of those awful eighties-shirts, and not a cool one, more like "Flash Dance", red thigh-highs and low pig tails? Yeesh, this must be the new girl. Who picked her outfit?' She thought to herself, giving more of a grimace in reply.
"So, you must be the new girl. I'm Stephanie Matthews. Did a blind nun pick your outfit? Because it's screaming to be burnt." She had a plastered smile. She had no idea why she was so cold to people, it was merely how it had always been for her. Besides, she had always wanted a reputation around here, what better way than to have some fun with the new girl.
"I'm Jessica Farling…" The girl muttered, it seemed she chose to ignore that last part, because what she said next caused Steph to fumble, for only a second, for words. " How lame can this place be? Sure, I'm new, I understand that, but dealing with girls like you is certainly not on my to-do-list. I just moved here, and the closest thing to a friend is thirty-eight hours away. And I thought that this was a Finishing School, am I correct? Not Learn-how-to-be-a-bitch 101. So why-"
"Farling-Darling, "Stephanie started, ignoring Jessica's words, not phased, her voice saturated in a thick layer of artificial honey, "I want you to know that you've just arrived at the bitchiest school in the state. Around here, complaining simply won't get you… anywhere, neither will dressing like- well… I mean, you're new here, being new means all of the worst will show their colors. I'm sorry about that little incident, I'm just not too good with newcomers. How about I show you around here? Get you acquainted with some nice people, and make everything all right and dandy?"
Jessica stood there, with an eyebrow raised. This girl can't be for real. But I am in no mood to give up an offer of friendship. Maybe she's nicer when you get to know her. Damn this optimism, mom always said it would do me no good.
"Sure, I'd like that." Jessica agreed, quite reluctantly.
Jessica followed Stephanie after first class to the Cafeteria, which was referred to as the Dining Hall. Which one would suppose would suit it. It was lavishly decorated with floral arrangements, a cozy shade of ruby, and a huge chandelier hanging in the center of the Hall, and large, intricately designed oak tables, which had a variety of different occupants.
The smell of lunch tickled her taste buds; she never realized how hungry she'd been. But she was supposed to be following Stephanie so she would just have to wait until later.
Stopping in the entrance of the Dining Hall, Stephanie began to speak.
"Chow time in this havoc. Over there, you have the Nerds," She said pointing out to a table where eight girls sat, doing homework or playing what looked like Dungeons and Dragons. "They're obviously social outcasts, but you probably would be better off grade-wise sitting next to one of them. Their locale is the Study Hall.
And there you have the Preps. They're all money, and patronizing attitudes." Steph said, pointing over at a group of girls who rolled they're uniform skirts up too high, giggling and nodding occasionally.
"More like, look-at-me, I've just received a tummy tuck at Daddy's expense!" Jessica said, making a rather irritatingly close imitation of Stephanie's foray in the dorm.
"Very perceptive, and over there you have your average Jockies. Now, don't be fooled by the name, all we really have here is the brilliant art of Fencing, or the leisurely ways of Softball." Stephanie said, making a face at the last sport. "But…I wouldn't advise getting on their bad side."
"You mean the Softball side?" Jessica asked. Steph barked a laugh, but continued;
"They hang by the Sports Hall. Last, and definitely least, you have the Gothic Lolita's." Steph pointed over by a group of girls who clearly didn't know what make up remover was, or when you have too many facial piercings, jet black hair or platinum blond, with bows in their hair, they were using black thigh-highs with knee-high leather boots, assorted elbow length gloves, using a black corset over their school shirts, black studded belts hanging from their skirts. "They're all about the daunting look."
"If you think nothing-to-live-for, looks daunting." Jessica put in.
"They like to linger where the sun never smiles. Then of course, there are the bullies, but they hardly count as a faction, just a bunch of injudicious souls, on an inevitable journey to the street corner. And the band geeks, but really, we all have to be in it. They just like it more than us. Obviously" Stephanie smiled at her. "Well, it looks like lunch is going to be over Farling-Darling. I must be heading to Fencing, Ciao!"
"Yeah, bye" Jessica said, soaking in the matters of faction and division in this wild disarray of a school.
After school, Jessica made her way back to her dorm room to unpack what ever she meant to unpack earlier. On her way, she was greeted by conversations stopping one after the other, staring after her. Well, its not like they wouldn't stare at her, she still didn't have her uniform on. But they could've been more discreet. Stephanie was right, they weren't very friendly here; they didn't hesitate to let their voices carry over.
"I wasn't aware that this place was a Zoo." a girl from the Goth's said to another. 'Wow, they're ones to talk.'
"Ha ha, someone couldn't afford taste." A preppie sneered over to Jessica.
"Who picked your outfit? My mom?!" laughed a nerd, a nerd damn it. 'Even the nerds? Damn this place is a mess.'
Jessica decided to ignore all of it. She was intent on getting to her room as soon as possible. Stumbling into her room, she was on the brink of tears, but pushed them back, deciding this school wasn't worth the time. She started towards her bed and sat there, thinking about why her mother decided that this place was the answer. Sure, she never quite got along with other kids, but at least they didn't gossip to a point where you know you're the topic. Her mom had said, 'You'll get along just fine, this school has no history for bullying. Besides, wouldn't it be nice to have new or- friends for that matter?'
Jessica thought her mom would be right. She didn't have too many friends. Only because she didn't like to gossip, much. She also agreed it would be nice not to be beaten up for any reason, by groups and individuals alike. Muddled in her thoughts, she was unaware of the girl standing in the doorway.
"Hi there, you must be the new girl, I'm Sylvie Burginsforg. How are you?" Sylvie said, sounding quite feeble. Jessica felt kind of bad for the girl, and at least she seemed nicer than Stephanie.
"Jessica Farling; and I've had better days. I've been here for one day, and already I'm the gossip topic." Jessica stated. This girl seems a little boyish to be named Sylvie. She thought. 'Cropped hair, and thicker eyebrows, Why am I so judgmental all of a sudden? I shouldn't let Stephanie get to me.
"Yeah, this place is pretty bad for that. It looks nice and all, but it's got the worst." Sylvie commented.
"Fantastic, I've been moved from the only person that didn't talk about me." Sighed Jessica.
"Yeah, 'I've been moved from the only person that didn't talk about me, because I'm so pure.' Give up the innocent act." Stephanie said, entering the room. She had taken on the honey drenched voice again.
"Oh man, what's your problem?" Jessica piped.
"Well, nothing in particular; just this dump, my home, and the rest of the world. The average teenaged angst, if you will." Stephanie exaggerated; "Ah, I see you've met Sylvie.-"Stephanie linked her arm forcefully with the other girl. "Ladies, and Ladies; I give you Gentle-wo-Man; the most masculine female on campus. Sylvie, haven't you got some Nerds to pester?"
"Leave me alone, Stephanie." Frowned Sylvie, she was going to say something else when Stephanie interrupted.
"'Leave me alone, Stephanie; I'm really self-opinionated now that I've finally reached A-cup." Stephanie dropped her voice four or so octaves, motioning at her chest at the last part. "What's your problem?-"her voice back to normal. "I'm just being sociable with the new girl, as she passes through her years on her predictable journey to the Porn Industry."
Jessica let out a short breath at that comment, but decided to not mention anything.
"Look, I've got to finish unpacking, would you mind leaving?" She made it more of a statement, rather a question.
"Oh, now look Sylvie, the new girl can't stand you already." Stephanie said, pushing Sylvie out the door. Jessica turned her stare at Steph, who then pretended to pout, and then sauntered through the doorway.
Chapter End Notes:
Please review, this is my very first fan fiction. Oh, the beginning is quite like the beginning of Bully for a reason... A reason of which will be coming in later chapters.