Chapter 3: Harlots can teach after all.


"Kelly Jones... I'm head girl..." Well, that's what she would normally say, but today was definitely not normal. Moreover, it had been over a year since she'd graduated, so she wasn't head girl anymore. That was Annabelle Fritton. What could you say about her? Posh Totty with one hell of a right hook.

Then unexpectedly, Annabelle had called her. They'd be out of contact for a couple of months because of the kind of jobs Kelly did working for MI-9. She reminded Kelly of something Polly had told them the day that she left for Stanford University.


Flashback

Polly stood in front of St Trinian's nervously picking at her smart clothes. She was leaving today. Her father had finally paid up and now she was heading to Stanford. Not exactly Harvard but it would do for now. Annabelle and Kelly had just put the last of Polly's computer equipment carefully into the back of the taxi awaiting her. "I guess this is goodbye Polls." Annabelle enveloped Polly into a hug.

Polly coughed slightly which made Annabelle pull away. She looked the two girls in the eye. "Something bad is coming Kells." She said nervously, her voice nothing but a whisper. "Something real bad. Everything's changed now. Be careful please." Kelly looked confused for a moment before she cracked up laughing.

Annabelle shook her head. "You sound like Andrea. Have fun in the USA." Polly shook her head and bundled herself in the back of the taxi. "I was being serious," She muttered to herself as she pulled out of the driveway.


"Kelly, I'm being serious. Something nasty is happening here. Auntie says she called some old friends in, but they're probably going to be useless." Kelly chewed her lip at the other end of the line. "What's going on exactly 'Belle?" Annabelle hesitated and shuffling feet could be heard at the other end of the line. "Polly was right Kells." She paused again. "This is going to sound completely and utterly crazy, but I swear it's the truth..."

Kelly had hitched the first chopper out of Guatemala when they told her what was going on. At first, Kelly thought that it was a prank being pulled on her by the twins. They expected her, Kelly Jones... the Kelly Jones, to believe that dozens of St. Trinians' students were stopping drinking, biting, punching and being an anarchists just because they could. Then Annabelle told her, the cherry on top on the pie. Not a day after they change their complete attitude to life they would head to the roof and jump off it.

That had made her call in the old crew; girls that she could trust. Chelsea, who now ran her own high class escort service and was a minor film star, Andrea; a leading researcher into Greek and Egyptian occultism and mythology at the British Museum, Polly, and lastly Taylor who had until recently been in prison for a violent assault on Posh Spice. They'd only just reunited when Polly; a complete and utter genius, alerted them to something odd. Very, very odd. 1 female and 5 males had appeared out of nowhere onto the lawns, just avoiding one of the land mines. What was even more odd was that she had recognised one of them.


"His name's Samuel Winchester, he went to Stanford with me. Sat next to him in Calculus. Got a good brain..." She said frantically as she sat down in the chair in front of the closest computer, her fingers crazily moving. "He's got a... interesting history." She pulled up the US federal police force files on the two brothers and they all gathered around the screen, not too sure of what to expect next. "Both parents deceased. He was supposed to be dead along with his brother Dean Winchester. Then you have the nasty business with his girlfriend on campus. Died exactly the same way as his mother. House fire." She paled considerably. "I liked her. She was rather nice. Then he disappeared off campus never to be seen again."

Chelsea looked confusedly at the monitor. "So... he and his brother are still alive." She peered closer at the screens. "Him and his gorgeous brother." Andrea kicked Chelsea in the shin and got a nasty glare in return. "I think we should go down and meet 'em. I mean they appeared outta nowhere and we don't even know who 'ta chick and the other two people are. They could be...I dunno demons or someting." Andrea moved away from the computer screen, her voice dripping with malice and excitement. Annabelle and Kelly looked at each other and grinned. "Let's go."

"Where the hell is my car?"


Ms Fritton, the headmistress of St Trinian's School for Young Ladies was unperturbed as she walked to the front of the school and a rather swanky looking Impala appeared next to her with a small popping noise. Her eyes were firmly placed on the blonde woman who was flanked by a group of men that she didn't recognise. "Ruby!" She said suddenly, her voice chipper causing Dean and Kelly to wince. How did they know each other? Sam's eyes widened as he saw Polly. "Shit." He mumbled under his breath to Dean who was, of course ogling the women in front of him and not paying any attention to his, now on edge, brother. Not that Chelsea minded, or even Taylor who was playing with her shirt absentmindedly.

Ruby ran over to the headmistresses and kissed her on the cheek, the sun in silhouette behind her. "Milla! I haven't seen you in years. You don't look a day younger from when I taught you." The man in the trench coat blinked his face the picture of confusion. "You taught here, at this school? You are nothing but a harlot and this is a school." Ruby turned and glared at him, which made Gabriel stand between the two. Last thing they needed for was for internal bickering. "Yes, Castiel. I taught here. "


Yes, I've made it so Polly and Sam went to Stanford together. Polly isn't in the second movie and her going to another school covers the gap.

What do you think so far?