Disclaimer: Could anyone ever hope to own St. Trinian's? I certainly don't.
Summary: Everyone has a story, whether as an individual or a group. These are the tales of the Emos and the Chavs, the Geeks and the First Years.
A/N: There are only one each of the Geek, Emo and Chav cliques, so I'm putting them all together in the one fic. I hope you all enjoy.
THE TRIBES: THE GEEKS
The best thing about St Trinian's is that everyone has their place, and while there may be rivalries, no one is looked down upon for what they choose to be.
At any other school, Geeks are looked down upon, scorned because they prefer books and brains to being a social butterfly, or dark and emotionally impaired.
At St Trinian's the other girls treat us as equals, as people to be valued for what we can do, just as Posh Totty can make the Bank Messengers forget why they came to the School, just as the Chavs and Emos provide a visible balance that keeps things lively, and just as the First Years are always good for coming up with a laugh.
We have our workspace, our bookshelves, and our computer set-up that no one messes with. At least, that no one messes with since the last person who tried suddenly found her medical records incomplete, and was forced to undergo every required immunization from three months and up.
St Trinian's is the perfect place for us, where we can manage the stock market and make breakthroughs in new spy-cams, like Mr. Darcy's collar, of the twins' teddy bear. We can wear round spectacles and look good doing it, and be clever without being shunned.
Heaven hath no rage, like love to hatred turn'd,/ Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd. Nor Wisdom greater power, than a woman's mind unbound.
We are the Geeks of St Trinian's, and a force to be reckoned with.
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