Disclaimer: I do not own St. Trinians. All rights go to Ronald Searle.

When they had gotten upstairs, Annabelle began to introduce Cadel to the cliques. The Posh Totties looked at her with disdain, the Rude Girls looked at her with something akin to hate, she and the Geeks eyed each other hopefully, and the First Years were running around too much to notice her. Cadel sat on the bed that had her footlocker beside it, petting her llama. "What are they doing?" She asked, looking at the First Years.

"They're betting."

"On what?"

"On how long you'll last." Cadel didn't look up, but she rolled to the right, back on her pillow as a bucket of feathers and green goo came down on where she had been a few seconds before. Everyone gawked, but Cadel sat up, unperturbed.

"What?" Everyone looked away. Ignoring the mess on her bed, Cadel grabbed her pyjamas out of her knapsack. She set her llama in her knapsack and put her knapsack in her footlocker, locked it, clicked the alarm that was on her necklace, and, ignoring the odd looks, she said loudly. "Do NOT touch my things while I'm gone. I have something to explain, but first I have to take a shower."

She walked pass the still staring masses, when one of the Rude Girls stood up and watched her go. Once Cadel walked around the corner, she counted to 10. Then she nodded. "Coast is clear."

Annabelle nodded, beginning to direct people what to do. "Lucy, hack the alarm. Bianca, get your bolt cutters ready. Chelsea, you and the other Poshies get your scissors ready to style." They all nodded, but as soon as Lucy plugged herself into the alarm system, two things happened. 1: Lucy's computer crashed, sending her into a pissed tizzy, and 2: A high pitched, loud as hell, buzzing noise had everyone's hands over their ears.

Cadel came back into the room, not at all worried by the buzzing. In fact, she acted like she couldn't hear it. She reached for her necklace, shut it off. The only noise in the room was Lucy's freaking out. Cadel walked over to her. "Lucy." No reaction. "Lucy!" Still nothing. "Lucy! Listen to me. I can fix your computer!" That got her attention. She practically latched herself onto Cadel, spewing fire as she asked how, over and over with veritable expletives. Cadel pried herself from Lucy's grip, and snatched the girls laptop from her.

Grabbing her iPod from... somewhere, she curled up in the corner, little snatches of song slipping from her lips. One bit that surprised everyone was: "My love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me. And god dammit, I can barely say your name. So, I'll try to write it and fill the pen with blood from the sink." But Cadel probably didn't even notice she was doing it. She didn't move from that corner for at least 20 minutes, but when she did, she grinned. "There. I fixed it and gave you at least 30 upgrades." Lucy looked at her, wide eyed. She turned to everyone gathered around Lucy. " Now, I will say it one more time. Leave my footlocker alone. Otherwise I won't turn it off. I'll leave it on all night."

She began to walk towards the door, but Bianca grabbed her arm. "Oi, where do you get off, threatening us?"

Cadel was stonefaced. "I'm not threatening anyone. There is dangerous stuff in there. Stuff that could kill, and I'm not talking about weapons. Things that could make even the most toughened criminal go insane." She smiled, sweet as a 3 year old. "Now, please let me go. I need a shower. Oh, and just so you guys know, I'm legally blind without my glasses. So if one morning I ask 'you seeing people' to help me, that's why."

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Cadel stepped out of the shower, belting the last line of one of her favourite songs. "There's nothing to do, but scream at the drunken moon~." Then she squinted at where her clothes were supposed to be. Nothing. She glanced around, thinking that maybe her positioning was off. Nope, everything seemed to be in the right place. She walked carefully towards the counter, squinting hard. All she saw was a purple blotch. Her glasses. She stood there, finally within seeing range. All they left her was her glasses? Dumbasses. Cadel sighed. Choices, choices. Go streaking, or waste valuable energy? She put on her glasses. Streaking it was then. She strolled out of the bathroom, pushing her hair out of her face.

The Matron stumbled by, smashed. "New girl?" Cadel nodded. "You got spunk. The girls will like you." Cadel nodded again, then walked on, sometimes taking a running start and sliding down the hall. By the time she had actually reached the dorms, she was dry.

Cadel walked into the dorms to find herself being stared at again. She looked around. "What?" She asked, disgruntled. Annabelle cleared her throat.

"How the hell are you not fazed by the stuff we do?" She asked, eyes wide.

Cadel laughed, unlocking her trunk and pulling out spare clothes. "I was raised with two older sisters. I got into bitch fights, everyday. This?" She waved at the goo still on her bed. "Is nothing." Now dressed, she grabbed her llama and started towards the window. "Now, if you'll meet me out side, I have something to tell all of you." Ignoring all the hands reaching for her, sshe jumped out the open window.

==================-~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The song Cadel was singing is 'Bulletproof Love' by Pierce The Veil.