This is my first fanfic to be posted by me, plz go easy! and ill accept any rude comments
Disclaimer: I don't own Pride and Prejudice. It belongs to Jane Austen, and it always will.
Disclaimer 2: Some settings are from real life, some are not. I mostly used the places in the original for my fanfic.
Chapter 1
"Have you heard, Lizzy? There's gonna be new boys coming to Moral High, and their families are really rich!"
Elizabeth Bennet looked up from her breakfast. "Yes, Lydia, I have. You've been talking nonstop about it for the past few days, and it's getting really annoying."
Lydia rambled on as if she didn't hear her older sister at all. The irratation Elizabeth felt grew stronger, and she ate in silence for the remaining half-hour.
After eating, the five Bennet sisters gathered their things, said good-bye to their parents, and headed off to school. It wasn't a long walk, just ten minutes, but because Lydia was gossiping and taling to two of her sisters about the new boys coming to high school, it seemed like hours to Elizabeth, who was walking beside her most trusted family member.
After a few minutes of silence between the two siblings (while Lydia and the others were laughing their heads off), Jane, the oldest of the Bennet children, turned to her sister and proceeded to ask what was wrong.
Elizabeth replied, with horrible disgust, "I just can't see why Lydia can't act more like you. She's so irratational, and way too gossipy, even for a highschooler."
Jane laughed. "Well she can't help it if she's excited, Lizzy. It's commen for girls like her to get hyper after hearing such news."
Elizabeth sighed. "You're so optimistic, Jane. That's going to be your downfall one day, and I would really hate for that to happen. You should really take note of all the bad things people are."
"Well, I can't help who I am! I always say what I think."
As usual, they got to school on time. And, as usual, as the sisters walk through the yard, boys turn to stare and girls turn to glare. Not many girls like them very much, and they exeptionally despise Jane, which Elizabeth fusses about. The feelings of the males towards them are the factor to this problem. Jane's beautiful and graceful, and the dream of every boy. Elizabeth is beautiful as well, but everybody says she's not as pretty as her older sister. She is, however, intelligent and witty, with a sharp eye and quick mouth. Mary, the third child, has little beauty, but her smart ways have earned her a spot with her sisters in the heads of boys. As for Catherine and Lydia, they are lively and animated, always talking about fashion and shopping. This has also drawn boys towards them like drugs.
They went into their homeroom of 1-A and settled down. Time flied by quickly and the welcome assembly for the new students came soon. Classes filed into the gymasium and sat down on the rows and rows of chairs. Finally, the principle stepped onto the stage and spoke, in a loud, clear voice:
"Good morning, students of Moral High. Here we are, gathered in the gym, as we did for many years, waiting for a certain somebod to step onto the platform. This school, for many generations–'
As she went on and on about how this school came to be, Elizabeth leaned towards her older sister and whispered, so that only she could hear, "God, she's being so formal."
"Wasn't she always?" Jane replied. "Ever since elementary, she's been like this."
"So they say."
After a few minutes of speech, the principal asked the new students to step on stage. Everybody tensed, waiting. Finally, the boys and the new girls stepped on stage.