Home Finally- Chapter 4- School Of Anarchy
I frowned slightly as I saw that my bags were not where I had left them, against the wall across from the stairs. I sighed not knowing where they had gone, who had took them and possibly what they had done. I know for sure what I would do to a new girl's bag if it made it to the dorm before them, I would empty a package of itching powder in it. I shook my head slightly and prayed that they didn't have the same kind of ideas I do. I walked towards the stairs. Hoping that maybe someone would be able to point me in the right direction to the dorms, unfortunately nobody seemed to be around. I checked once more around me and then started up the stairs. If no one could show me than I would find them myself, I wasn't about to just stand there like a lemon. As soon as my foot was placed on the first step a voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Know where you're going? Or are you just taking a stab at the right direction?"
I spun back around, foot still on step, to see Kelly leaned casually against a wall eyebrow raised. Since we had got here she had changed back into her school uniform. A pencil skirt, that hugged her figure, shirt and tie hanging loosely around her neck. Her black hair was still in its perfect straight bob. I pulled back out of my thoughts to answer.
"Taking a stab since no one seemed to be around." I replied, then couldn't help myself but add. "You know that your uniform, at least as far as I'm aware, is probably not permitted, right?"
She once again raised her eyebrow but ignored my question and motioned for me to follow her all same. She walked up the stairs and without turning back said,
"Welcome to St Trinians."
Stunned that she hadn't retaliated to the question in a sarcastic way, I stood no really knowing what to do. The option I really had was to follow her. Yet the more rebellious side wanted to turn and walk the other way. It would be a good way to explore the place. Mostly I hated orders or people trying to take charge of me, it bugged me and always had. Probably one of the reasons I never did stay in orphanages or foster homes for long.
Kelly sensed my hesitation and turned back around to me to see what was taking so long. Deciding it was best to just follow, I sighed and walked up the stairs. She gave me a curious look, then turned and continued up the stairs.
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Kelly had shown me around the school, the classrooms, halls and other small places like the infirmary. I had chuckled at the infirmary at seeing several bottles of strange concoctions. I had laughed mostly at Kelly's explanation that matron had a habit of mixing alcoholic substances together. My curiosity had peaked when we were walking away from the chemistry classrooms, a loud explosion made us both jump. We had turned to see smoke coming from under the door and then two small girls, presumably first years, come running out wafting their hands to get rid of the smoke. They had looked like twins but I wasn't sure I had seen right, there was a lot of smoke. I mostly wanted to join them, it looked like they were trying to blow stuff up. Not that I'm a pyromaniac or anything it's just cool.
I made a note mentally in my head that I should try and find them later and ask about what they were doing. Kelly stopped just then outside a door that had a lot of noise coming from within. I presumed that this was the dormitory, no other room had had so much noise coming from it. And we had walked all the way up the stairs as far as you could go, so I guess that this is the attic.
"Ready?" Kelly turned to me and asked.
"For what?" I looked at her blankly and confused. Why would she ask me if I was ready? What difference would it make?
Her only reply was a smirk that probably contained the answers I needed. Instead of telling me she just opened the door and walked through motioning for me to follow.
Inside the room was full of people chatting loudly and doing other various things. They all seemed to be in different groups around the room, each one seemed to have their own style going on. There was one group who had decorated their space with lots of pink and fluffy things, I noticed a pair of designer heels tucked just under one of the beds. There was another that was decorated mostly in black and all the girls around it were wearing gothic style clothing, make-up and everything. There was one girl however stood by their group shouting at one of the goth girls. Kelly chuckled beside me as she followed my gaze.
"Looks like they're at it again, it's unbelievable the things they can find to argue about." Kelly commented. I just made an 'o' face and followed Kelly as she approached the nearest group, who's dress sense was quite, well chavy, if that is even a word.
"The chav's." Kelly pointed to them as she walked past.
One who was lead on a nearby bed got up to start shouting. The name for the group made total sense from their fashion to their attitude. Kelly told the girl, who was called Taylor, to shut up and then moved toward the next group.
I found out the group with the pink fluffy stuff was the posh totty's, also an understandable name. The almost scary silent bunch of goth girls, were not in fact goths as I first thought. They were emo's, which would explain a lot. Then there were the geeks, the smart people of the school. Last but not least there are the first years, crazy and wild, ready to take bets on anything.
After looking at the first years with a slight sense of pride, Kelly turned to a bed that looked plain and stood out from all the rest.
"And this," Kelly said "this is you, seeing as you don't yet belong to a cliché."
"Is that a bad thing?" I wondered aloud.
"No, not at all. Annabelle doesn't have one, but she sure as hell belongs here." Her mask almost slipped for a couple of seconds when mentioning Annabelle and the trace of a smile grazed her perfect lips. "Her beds the one next to yours."
That was when my own cool aroma that I tried to keep on slipped and my eyes widened slightly. Shit, she was going to be sleeping in the bed next to me and I'm pretty sure she hates me. I have a feeling that she blames me for what my dad did, which is a bit unfair in my defence.
I shook my head to rid myself of these thoughts, slipping back into my usually expressions. Kelly was standing there with a curious look, I must have scrunched my nose or eyebrows by accident. Instead of pressing the matter she turned away and said that classes would start Monday.
Sighing and not really knowing what to do I got my book out and started reading to pass the time. I knew at some point I would have to make an attempt to confront Annabelle, after all I need to know where she stands at least.