Darcy's P.O.V
"What the fuck!?" I hear Sydney scream ahead of me in the corridor, I ran up next to her and follow her open-mouthed gaze into our dorm room. Oh my god! The beds have been ripped apart, the curtains torn down, all of my clothes are strewn around the room but worst of all it reeks of cheap perfume.
"Right that is it those girls are going down!" I yell causing people to poke their heads out their doors , Mrs. Crenshaw comes pacing down the corridor. Perfect!
"Girls! What is all this como-"her mouth forms a thin tight line and I half expect to see smoke coming from her ears, I hear everyone's doors slam shut as if they know what is coming. Now I am officially scared.
"That's it! I knew you were trouble makers from the first time I saw you, but you two had to learn the hard way didn't you? No one gets kicked out of my school!" she shrieks, louder than even my father can shout and that is loud.
"but-" I try to save myself.
"Take them to the tower." she regains her normal constipated expression and as if from nowhere these two big burly guys grab our shoulders and lead us off. We are going to die!
One of the guards relays to us the rules of our punishment on our way up the small winding stone staircase, as well as sleeping in the tower we have been restricted to no internet use apposed to our hour on weekends in the library, didn't even know we had that!, no phone calls home and no visitors for a whole month. It's not as if I want to call our parents or have anyone come see me but I would have liked the choice.
We finally reach the top, where our bags are placed behind us then the guards leave shutting the big wooden door behind them.
"Sydney we are officially in a living hell!" just when you think things can't get any worse. Sydney elbows my side and nods her head towards the red head from lunch sat in the window listening to an iPod. She's dressed in a purple hoodie and plaid navy shorts, her lifeless greasy red hair pulled into a tight ponytailand enough eyeliner to feed Africa. Sydney slowly edges towards her, the girl turns surprised and pulls an earplug from her ear.
"Uhh hey I'm Sydney and this is Darcy, I guess were your new roomies, you probably saw us in assembly." We both force a smile.
"Yeah, I don't go to the chapel, I was kinda banned, I'm Marnie by the way but my friends back home called me ducky." She adds shrugging. Now she has bad-ass friend potential.
"This is so exciting I've never shared a room before! So ducky how long you been up here?" I hope no one snores.
"Me? I've been up here since day one which was yeah, about two years ago." what?!
"Oh my god! So that's why you're called tower girl." Sydney lets out, ducky just shrugs and stalks off into the ensuite. Well done syd!
"Good going Syd insult our new roommate, we only met her two minutes ago and she probably already hates you." I laugh, Sydney scowls and starts unpacking her balled up clothing.
When ducky finally appears from the bathroom her makeup has been removed and she has changed into black slouchy mini shorts and a 'boys like girls' band tee. Whilst Sydney and I are sporting our 'hard candy' fleece pajamas courtesy of daddy's band. We are just TOO cool.
Later that night the two of them lay fast asleep snoring whilst I'm led here wide eyed scrutinizing every rough stone of the wall and grey cobwebs in each corner, I can't sleep in this hell hole!