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Warning: This does contain triggers for cutting. Oh and has wonderful femslash. Not M yet….but just you wait.

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Polly made her way through the empty halls of St. Trinian's. Normally the school was abuzz with hyperactive children, though not in this part of the school. The head nerd was walking through the 'school' part of St. Trinian's. This meant where the classrooms were. She didn't want to be bothered by anything right now. Her mind was swarming with information.

She knew she had to talk to Kelly, but the head girl had run out right after breakfast. Although many wouldn't see it, Polly could tell the Jones was concerned as to the whereabouts of the new girl. Polly had been Kelly's friend for ages; she could always tell what the older girl was feeling. The head girl hadn't told the geek about her feelings for Annabelle, but Polly could tell.

That was one reason Polly needed to find her. Kelly would likely tear apart Andrea and Chloe if she saw them talking to "her" girl. That was reason the geek decided to force head girl into admitting her feelings, otherwise she would've let Kelly come to her.

Turning a corner the geek ran into someone causing her to fall down. "Ohhh…escuse me," Miss Maupassant said in rather a heavy French accent.

"Oh…n..no..it was my fault Miss," said Polly rushing over her words as she pushed her glasses back up on her nose. She had always found the Miss Maupassant very attractive. She loved the way her teachers breasts practically popped out of her dress. She couldn't even take her eyes of the older woman's chest as they bounced ever so slightly as her teacher righted herself.

"Let me 'elp you, Pollee." Miss Maupassant bent her lower half over offering Polly not just her hand, but a nice view of her cleavage.

"Oh, thank you Miss. I…I think I must be going now."


Annabelle loved the smell of fresh air. Outside, in nature, was the only place she could find solitude. The new girl needed an escape from her peers. It seemed as though they were intent on making her time at St. Trinian's miserable for her.

The new girl walked the grounds outside in a pair of white knee-high socks. By now, they were stained brown from the dirt. She loved burying her toes in her family's rose bed as a child. Even when wearing socks, she liked to feel the cool earth surround her feet. It always helped calm her down. Sometimes she pretended as if she was dead and it was only her and the dirt.

Last night, she had a nightmare where Verity was chasing her through her old school. The mean girl had been slashing out madly with her field hockey stick, breaking everything in her path. Annabelle had not even realized what was happening when the bigger girl tackled her to the ground. The younger girl could feel something in her side brake at the force; she let out a whimper of pain. Verity had just laughed before she took a swing at the field hockey stick. She always woke up at that part of her dream. Quietly, Annabelle had gotten out of bed, hoping not to wake the other girls. However, she could not help shake the feeling she was being watched as she bent down getting out a small box.

Inside the box, there was a small metal blade. It shined in the moon light coming through the window near the first years' beds. The blade seemed to laugh at her desperation to forget. It whispered for her to taint the shiny metal with her blood.

Annabelle quickly left her shared bedroom after doing a double take at the door to make sure no was following her. She made her way down to the bathrooms. The tile was cold against her bare feet. It sent chills up her spine leaving goose bumps on her arms. Looking into the mirror she saw someone she no longer recognized. The girl in the mirror looked so broken and defeated by life. Without a second's pause, the new girl picked up the blade and pulled up her pant leg. Her knee-high socks would cover up any of her marks. That was the least likely place for someone to see. Even during field hockey, she wore the same knee-high socks. Now she wouldn't have to worry about people giving her weird looks because she was wearing long sleeves when it was hot outside.

She made quick work of her leg, making a few marks on the pale flesh. There were more than the last time she had cut. This time it felt like she needed more to help her forget how worthless she felt.

Putting her foot up on the sink, Annabelle wet a paper towel to wipe away the dots of blood. Throwing the paper towel away, she got the Neosporin and Band-Aids from the pocket of her PJs, where she always kept them. It wouldn't do to have her cuts get infected and then have to tell someone in order to get medical help. The new girl had brought these things with her from home, what was she going to do when they ran out? She'd just have to worry about that then.

Annabelle was brought out of her recollections by a soft voice. Missing whatever words the other person had said. "Huh?"

"You know Fritton, you should always be aware of your surroundings, especially here. You're lucky I'm more forgiving than the other girls. Most of them would have strung you up by your ankles by now." The head girl looked like the image of perfection. She never seemed to have a hair out of place even when she came to lean against the tree Annabelle was sitting with her back to.

"Well, I guess I'm just lucky you're so fond of me." The new girl rolled her eyes at her own comment. She meant it in a sarcastic way, but the head girl didn't know that. For a moment, surprised had flashed across the older girl's face. She was lucky that Annabelle was not facing her, or else she might have questioned her on it.

"I…well…it's my job to look after you. Even if you're not a Trinian," countered Kelly not wanting to show how felt. The head girl's thoughts were starting to scream at her. You know you want her. You can have her if you just took her. But she's not a Trinian! What if I go after her and she breaks me? No, I cannot show affection to her. She will just run off. I have to protect myself. I am the head fucking girl after all. No one messes with Kelly Jones's emotions. Oh bullocks, what the hell am I going to do about her other 'suitors'? They better stay away she is mine.

"Listen, you need to watch out for the other girls. If they offer you to…share their bed…don't trust them." Kelly's words were carefully measured.

"Yes, I should definitely listen to you because you were so helpful last time."

"Annabelle–" This was the first time Kelly had tried to address Annabelle by her first name. It didn't go unnoticed by the new girl. Unfortunately, they were interrupted by the head emo, Andrea.

"Hello, Annabelle."

"Hi, ummm…what's your name?" Andrea's face remained pale despite the blush that sprea across her cheeks underneath her heavily panted face.

"I'm Andrea, the head emo. Given a thought to joining our tribe?"

"I…"

"No, I don't think she will be joining you, Andrea. After all she isn't even a St. Trinian's yet so she can't really decide that." Kelly glared at the emo girl.

"Oh, ok. Where's your shoes?"

"Oh, I…uhh…must have forgotten them." Annabelle felt like a fish out of water. She didn't expect anyone to really ask her why. Normally, they just made fun of her for things like that without even asking questions.

"Such a great liar," Kelly snorted.

"Well, as nice as it is talking to you both, I think I'll be heading inside now.


Hey, so I've got a question for you. So this is a Kelly/Annabelle fic. I was wondering about any preferences you have regarding other pairings here are some options:

Miss Maupassant/Polly

Chloe/Andrea

Polly/Chloe/Andrea

Verity/Andrea

Taylor/Andrea

Beverly/Polly

Chelsea/Polly

Miss Maupassant – sexual mentor to Polly

Miss Maupassant/Miss Dickinson

Chloe/Miss Dickinson

So yeah, give me your feedback. If you give me just a short review then I can write the next chapter I already have planned. And I could write it before weeks end.