Disclaimer: I don't own St Trinian's
The girls rushed to see the new arrival, one they had not been expecting.
"She'll fit in perfectly." A chav said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Little miss perfect." The girl was watching them, and stared with her sapphire eyes.
The head girl slunk up to her. "I'm Catherine grey- head girl." She said, tossing her auburn hair back. The new girl continued to stare until the welcoming smile drifted off Catherine's face. "Well?" she snapped, breaking the silence.
"Well what?' the girl said in barely a whisper, her eyes wide with fright.
"What's your name, girl?"
"Kelly Jones." The girl stuttered, trying not to meet the gaze of several pairs of curious eyes.
"And how old are you?" Catherine was circling Kelly now, causing her to shiver slightly.
"F-fifteen." She muttered, twirling the end of one of her dark plaits nervously.
"Really? Welcome to St Trinians." Catherine looked like welcoming this newcomer was the last thing she wanted to do. This girl was too strange, too neat and perfect for St Trinians.
"Here is where we sleep." Catherine gestured down a long room, filled with beds. Kelly's face turned paler than it already was.
"One room?" she whispered. "At my last school, there were several, one for each form."
"Well, sweetie, you're not at your old school any more, are you?"
Kelly shook her head, wishing she was. Catherine led her down the room, pointing out all the groups of girls until she reached Kelly's bed, which was wedged in between Posh Totty and the Emos. "Which group do you think you'll be in, Kelly?" Catherine asked her.
"I don't know. At my old school, I wanted to be head girl. Maybe I could try for that."
A silence filled the room, and all the pupils turned to Kelly, before laughing as loudly as possible. Even Catherine sniggered. "My dear." She said, putting her hand on Kelly's shoulder. "Head girl requires someone who… has the proper St Trinian's spirit, not to mention friends, which you do not seem to have. OK?" She smiled a patronising smile at Kelly, who in return shoved her hand off her shoulder and sat down on the bed as Catherine went away. Everyone continued their conversations, while Kelly looked around, feeling strange, lonely and inferior. Everyone else seemed absorbed in their own life, forgetting about her.
"Lights out." Catherine yelled suddenly, flicking a switch. All the different lights in the room- from the Posh Totty chandeliers to the red twinkle lights surrounding the Emos- turned off, plunging the room into darkness. Strangely, however, nobody seemed to go to sleep. A few minutes later, there was the sound of a car pulling up on gravel.
"Alright, Flash is here." Yelled Catherine. "How many girls are coming?"
There was the sound of sheets being pulled back. Soon, the rest of the girls had left Kelly in the darkness. The door slammed, and Kelly lay feeling totally alone. Kelly tore back her sheets and rushed to the window, staring out at a star that was shining in the darkness.
"I wish." She said, squeezing her eyes shut as tightly as possible. "That I could be back home."
Nothing happened, and Kelly sighed as she re-opened her eyes and stared out the window. She started to randomly un-plait her hair as she looked down. A large, 4 wheel drive had pulled up and a man in a mafia-style hat was exiting. The girls were all crowding around him, and Kelly watched in awe as he tossed a set of keys to some of the girls. She pulled up the window and listened to what was going on.
"Gold, this time, I think. What products have you lot got for me, eh girls? Any Vodka today? Jeans? Great."
Kelly slammed down the window, outraged. "They're selling counterfeit and bootleg items!" she yelled quietly to herself. "I have to tell the headmistress!"
But instead of going downstairs, she turned back to the window. The man was talking to Catherine about something, and Kelly stared at what he was wearing. She didn't know why, but there was something about that man that intrigued her.
"There's a new girl." Catherine was telling the man, known as Flash (though his real name was Harry). "Her name's Kelly Jones. She's such a little Miss perfect, even in the way she looks- straight dark hair, stupid blue eyes that look all big and innocent…"
"How old is she?" Flash interrupted, seeming equally intrigued with Kelly as she was with him.
"15." Catherine answered, flipping her hair back in a flirtatious manner.
Flash stroked his chin. "Sounds interesting. Wouldn't mind meeting her sometime."
Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Wanna see her? She's at the window up there." Without even turning her head, Catherine pointed to the dormitory window. Flash turned to see Kelly's face at the window for a few seconds then disappearing quickly.
"They saw me." Kelly panicked. "Oh great." She shot back to her bed, but she couldn't sleep. It was strange and incredibly dark in the dormitory, and suddenly she realised she was still wearing her uniform. Kelly pulled her trunk out from under her bed and opened it, rifling through her neatly folded uniforms until she found a sleek torch and flicked it on instantly, using it as a lamp while she changed into a pair of blue silk pyjamas. They were ones that were compulsory at her last school, as was the trunk. "My old school." She whispered sadly, looking down and pulling out a scrapbook, shining her torch on the pages. They were filled with photos of her, looking fresh in a white and blue uniform, at her old school. Her playing hockey, whacking a ball across a field like a green carpet, surrounded with cheering students. Her arm around her friends, friends who had promised to stay in touch.
Friends who didn't even phone, and hung up on her.
Kelly stared at her album, memories flooding throughout her head. She had been happy, she had felt fulfilled, she had thrown herself into her life at her old school. "Maybe I could throw my life into this school and become head girl." She muttered to herself. "After all, how hard can it be? Just do what you want and wear what you want by the look of it. And then maybe, just maybe, I'll fit in."
The sound of footsteps up the stairs startled Kelly. Quickly, she shoved her things into the bag and, flicking off her torch, lay down just as the door swung open and several girls rushed into the room. Kelly lay there, trying desperately to fall asleep, though the rustles of material as people changed into pyjamas and the faint chatter kept her from doing so. Eventually, people stepped into their beds and, after whispered "Goodnights", all the lights were turned off. Kelly lay in the now silent room, slowly drifting off to sleep…
Kelly suddenly awoke to the sound of heavy laughter. Her eyes flew open, but she stayed, frozen, in bed.
"So anyway, JJ, what do you think of the new girl?" A voice that was definitely that of the head girl's said.
"I don't know. She's pretty." Said a kinder voice with a clear American accent.
More laughter. "Come on, French. You're pretty. I'm pretty. The definition of pretty is someone who looks nice, not someone with stupid big baby eyes and allergic-to-sun skin."
"Catherine! That's mean!" Cried the other girl. "Don't say things like that…"
"Shut up! You'll wake everyone!" hissed Catherine. "But seriously. While I was talking to Flash, she was staring out the window. She's so…"
"Shy?" The other girl suggested.
"Creepy." Amended Catherine. "Like the grudge or something. You know, all long dark hair and pale skin and big eyes."
"You're just jealous because Flash was interested in her."
"Oh, shut up French. That's not true. To be honest, I think I've hated her since she first stepped foot in here."
Kelly tensed, her eyes pricking.
"Catherine!" scolded the other girl. "How can you know if you hate her or not! She's only been here a few hours!"
"Oh, I always know." There was a faint sound as though Catherine was tossing her hair. "And I definitely know this: that little Freak will never fit into St Trinian's. Night."
"Night." The other girl said, sounding distraught.
Kelly lay there until her eyes blurred with heavy tears.