Finally! The next two chapters are up! It's about time, huh?

Now, we finally get to see Meghan go to school. And to say the least, she meets some very interesting people. Chapter 11's a little short, but...I think you'll still find it interesting. So here you are, read on :)

Oh, and when you're done, please (I can't stress this enough) review, review, review! It'll encourage me to write more and update more often! PLEASE!!!!!

A girl stood staring, with traffic bustling behind her. A knee-length navy and red plaid skirt moved slightly against her leg in the breeze. Her feet wore polished black shoes with buckles. On top, the girl was clad in a crisp, ironed white collared shirt with black buttons. Over that was an even more crisp navy jacket, with a very prestigious-looking crest in gold embroidery on it, near the girl's right shoulder. She softly brushed off her left shoulder, glancing at the image on that side - a patch. An American flag.

The girl was Meghan, and she was staring at a building. The Jasperstone Academy for Girls. The name was fitting, for the building was certainly made of stone. Grey stone.

Meghan was actually staring from just inside an iron gate, at the school that looked like a palace. She was completely in awe.

All this...for an essay? She thought.

In a few seconds another girl came up beside her, adjusting a black shoulder bag, which Meghan also had. It had on it the same crest as was gold embroidered on the jacket, only on the bag it was larger and screen-printed instead of embroidered. With the bag resting against her waist, Faye looked to her friend.

"Are you ready, Meghan?"

Meghan looked back at the teenager who was dressed exactly like her, save for the flag patch. The left side of Faye's jacket was blank.

"Ready as I'll ever get." she replied.

And so they began to walk forward. Meghan resisted the urge to roll down her knee-high white stockings as she took in what surrounded her.

Everywhere, girls dressed just like them were walking about. Some of them were in groups, laughing and talking. Some of them were rushing around by themselves, clutching schoolbooks. But they all seemed to be there for a common purpose. And even though Meghan looked exactly the same as they did, she still felt like she stuck out. Nervous, she stood up straighter as she walked.

At least Faye was there. How lucky that she, too, attended this school. Only, she had attended it for three years - this would be her fourth, and final.

"Jasperstone is a private school...right?" Meghan had asked her the night before.

"Yes, even though all schools here have uniforms, even public schools." Faye had answered. "But not everyone can go to Jasperstone Academy."

"Well, who can?" Meghan asked.

"You have to be able to afford it, or to be smart enough to deserve to have someone else pay your way." Faye said this with a bit of a proud smile on her face.

And then she had explained it further. She said that the student populous of this school could be divided into about three parts.

Half of the students there were just plain rich, and could afford to pay the tuition - either that, or their parents were terrified of the public school system, and both worked more than one job to get the money needed to keep their children out of it, but that was very seldom for this school.

Then there was another three eighths who were also rich, but rich because they were children of politicians and nobles, or of members of parliament. These "future debs", as Faye called them, were typically bigger snobs than the just-plain-rich people, because they thought their breeding made them better than everyone else. It was pretty much a given for them to attend Jasperstone, Faye added, if they weren't tutored.

The eighth that was left was the part that both Faye and Meghan were members of - the scholarship students. Faye's smile had returned and had gotten bigger when she mentioned this. Why?

Because as it turned out, Faye was practically a genius. Crazy, jumpy, perky, happy, overenthusiastic Faye...was smart. Really smart. Smart enough to nab a full-ride scholarship to a very high-esteemed girls' academy. Who would've thought?

Certainly not Meghan. She was very impressed.

"There are a few other scholarship students," Faye added, "but not many." And every year, there were two girls who were separated from all the rest. They were the exchange students, and this year Meghan was one of them. Actually, altogether, there were four every year - two each semester. This was because the exchange programs were never willing to pay more than a semester's tuition for any one person to one of the most expensive schools in London.

And guess what? Turns out, The Jasperstone Academy for Girls hasn't had an American attending since 1997. As if there weren't enough pressure already.

But Meghan was up for it - at least, she was pretty sure she was.

So now they were walking into the school that looked more like an embassy. Faye opened one of the huge, gleaming double doors, and they stepped inside.

More girls chattered in clusters scattered through the halls. As she and Faye walked by, she saw a few people looking at her in wonder. She could hear them talking to each other in low voices:

"Who's that girl?"

"I don't believe I've seen her before."

"It's an American."

"Is she lost?"

"Oh my, isn't she short?"

"She's not as short as you, Sheridan."

"Are you mad? She's much shorter!"

"I think not."

Meghan stood up even straighter, but was unable to stop her face from burning, just a bit. Faye kept walking, until they reached a door that had the words "Head Office" printed on the front.

"Wait out here." said Faye. "I have to get my classes. You'll be staying with me today. Won't that be fun?"

"Oh, a blast." Meghan answered, a little sarcastically. But she was relieved to not have to be going solo today. She needed at least some time, to get used to this place. And it was nice to have Faye to guide her. Perky as Faye was, she was a friend in Meghan's eyes.

She sat down on a bench by the door while the blonde went inside. Meghan began to twirl her brown hair, which was down today and neatly brushed, around her finger. She tried to calm her nerves.

"Oh my, it's her!"

I looked up to see three very excited girls coming toward me, dragging along another girl whose expression looked more like mine - leery and apprehensive. Her face had a small, shy smile on it, while the others had smiles so wide they'd probably end up stuck that way.

"You're the other exchange student, aren't you?" One girl chimed.

"That would be correct." I told her.

"Oh! You're the American! Faye was telling us about you!" another said.

"Uh...you know Faye?"

"Of course we know her! She was talking to us just the other day, about the girl from New York who's moving in with her! You're...Meghan, right?"

"That's me."

Quickly, the girl who'd just asked that question pulled over the shy-looking silent one.

"This is Ayaka, the exchange student from Hong Kong. She's staying with me." Ayaka had black hair and black eyes, and I could tell she was of Asian decent. It surprised me to see that near her left shoulder, on her jacket, was a patch of a red flag with a white flower on it. It was exactly where I wore the stars and stripes.

One of them, with brown hair almost as dark as mine, sat on the bench beside me, staring at me intently.

"Did Faye leave you here...all alone?" asked the girl next to me on the bench.

"No, she's in the - "

SLAM!!

I heard the door to the office come closed, hard. Faye shuffled out, her face practically glued to the paper she held in front of her.

"Ooooohh! I can't believe they put me in Harlison's again!" she fumed. "I can't stand to put up with him for another - EMILY!!!!!"

"FAYE!!!"

My host sister and Ayaka's host sister sped into each other's arms, jumping with glee.

"Oh! What classes do you have?!"

"Let me see yours!"

"OH! We have TWO CLASSES TOGETHER!!!"

"Brilliant!!!"

Two of the other girls were there in a second, leaving the girl from Hong Kong behind with me.

"Samantha!! Bridget!!"

"Faye! Let me see that paper!"

"Wait, let me!"

"Oh my...YOU HAVE FIVE CLASSES WITH ME!"

At this point, I was beginning to think that the world was being overrun with Faye clones. I looked away from the jumping mob. Ayaka was standing there in front of me.

"Aren't they something?" I asked her. "People here are pretty energetic, don't you think?"

The girl just grinned. It was then that I realized - she probably hadn't understood a word I'd just said.

Then again, they probably wouldn't have let her come here if she didn't know at least some english...oh, I don't know. I was just confused. Still am.

Eventually, Faye came back down from Planet Yip and dragged her lovely friends back over to us, the foreigners.

"Oh, Meghan, I'm sorry. My manners! This is - "

"Emily, Samantha, and Bridget." I said, pointing to each of them in order.

Faye looked surprised.

"Why...yes. How did you know their names, Meghan?"

I looked at her a second, then shrugged.

"Lucky guess."