Author's Note: a crossover with the second St Trinian's film. Also a Christmas present to Zara, please R&R.
Make us worthy, make us proud
Teach us not to be too loud
We'll try to fit in with the crowd
But we are St Trinian's
We can't fake the way we feel
We were born to keep it real
Hockey sticks and balls of steel
We are St Trinian's
You bite us, we'll bite you back
Better be scared when we attack
Feel the fear, we're maniacs
St Trinian's
It was a normal chaotic day in St Trinian's as explosions left, right and Maths class could be heard. Miss Frittion and her niece Annabelle were enjoying a cup of tea (with a sneaky whiskey in Miss Frittion's mug) when a loud, strange scarping noise could be heard. Unfazed both women took a biscuit when a purple box suddenly appeared out of nowhere and the door opened to reveal a gang of teenage girls. Most of them looked very similar with brown hair and glasses causing Annabelle to instantly put them in the Geek category in her mind.
"Hello, we're the RRA we like explosions, violence, fandoms and punishing men!" Mira said cheerfully.
"And glitter, lots and lots of glitter" Zara injected.
"And chocolate!" L.C added.
"So can we please study at your school?" Maple concluded with puppy dog eyes.
Miss Frittion sat there thoughtfully. "I can't see why not" she said finally. "You all seem like engaging young ladies"
The group left screaming hysterically in sheer happiness.
"Auntie, I have a bad feeling about this" Annabelle said.
"Nonsense, they seem like fine girls!"
Check out our battle cry
a song to terrify
No one can stand in our way
A loud explosion could be heard; it was more powerful than the one before and sent a large chunk of wall and windows flying into the field.
Miss Frittion smiled. "See they're fitting in already" Annabelle merely gulped.
We are the best, so screw the rest
We do as we damn well please
Until the end
St Trinian's
Defenders of anarchy
So scan all the toffs, the neats and the freaks
Blackmail the Goths, the slappers and the geeks
And if they complain, we'll do it all again
We do as we damn well please
The ASBOs, the chavs, the emos and their mates
To torment the slags, we offer special rates
And if they complain, we'll do it all again
Defenders of anarchy
After several explosive days as students of St Trinian's, the RRA sisters were settling in well despite their exhaustion of battling an evil noble who's intent on ruining the Frittions due to an old feud. Their first night consisted off throwing Voldy's magical potions at the soldiers in black turning them into anything from a peacock to a ferret while Zara, Maple and Lollzie had not only beaten some of them up into a pulp but decorated them with glitter and strung them up on the ceiling as Christmas decorations (not considering the fact it was actually still September in this world).
The small sense of quietness while hunting down clues had been broken when the elder girls brought Annabelle in the hospital wing possessed by a ghost of one of her ancestors. The ghost was acting like the one in Scary Movie Two.
"We're going to have to exorcise her!" the eldest emo girl said.
"Exercise her?" the eldest bimbo repeated.
"No exorcise, get rid of the ghost, cleanse Annabelle's body from all evil, yada, yada, yada" Deannie said rolling her eyes at the bimbo's sheer stupidity.
"I'll get the chicken blood and candles" L.C and Voldy said in unison remembering the Mediator series by Meg Cabot.
"NO!" Deannie and Cee screamed.
"You don't mess with that stuff, ever" Deannie said sternly. "We'll have the threaten the ghost, capture it and then put it through some severe questioning"
"How do we do that?" Paula asked biting her lip.
"Mr Ghost" Zara said innocently, battering her eyelashes. "If you don't leave your descendant's body, I will be forced to hack your balls off, glue glitter to them and hang them on the RRA Christmas tree"
The ghost left without any complaints.
We are the best, so screw the rest
we do as we damn well please
until the end
St Trinian's
Defenders of anarchy
ST TRINIAN'S!
So scan all the toffs, the neats and the freaks
Blackmail the Goths, the slappers and the geeks
And if they complain, we'll do it all again
We do as we damn well please
The ASBOs, the chavs, the emos and their mates
To torment the slags, we offer special rates
And if they complain, we'll do it all again
Defenders of anarchy
It was a meeting of the ADHG, the leader David Tenant – I mean Sir Pierce Pomphrey was sitting at the head of the table in his long dark purple and black robes watching his secret society drink out of the sacred goblet when suddenly a dark purple box appeared out of thin air and a group of girls from St Trinian's marched out.
"EEK! GIRLS!" one of the men shouted ducking under the table.
"Wuss" Voldy muttered to her sister who nodded in agreement.
"Right we're here for Pierce Poppycock!" Zara said cheerfully.
"Err...Zarry-babes its Pomphrey"
"Poopy"
"Pomphrey!" David Ten- err PP said.
"Poppity-poop"
"Pomphrey!"
"Poppets!"
"Pomphrey-"
"Look" L.C said sighing, "we could be here all day, let's just grab David Tenant submit him to torture and get some chocolate on the go"
"Who on earth is this David Tenant?" Pierce demanded. "Listen here, you stupid school girls the bunch of you are worthless, brainless bimbos who don't deserve the education you're given. Your place is either in the bedroom or in the kitchen"
"Oh, no he didn't" Cee growled glaring at the David Tenant look a like.
"Oh, yes he did" Maple grumbled.
"Get him girls" Mira ordered.
Before anyone could say something Zara snatched up the large golden goblet and used it to knock out the David Tenant look a like while the other girls quickly attacked the other members, effectively knocking them out before rounding onto the unconscious form of the David Tenant look a like.
"This is going to be fun" Zebbie snickered.
"Please no visible marks, I want to keep him as a slave" L.C said.
"Ooh kinky" Annie teased.
"Well who wouldn't? It's David Tenant, Scottish accent and all" Deannie drooled.
Check out our battle cry
a song to terrify
No one can stand in our way
we are the best, so screw the rest
we do as we damn well please
until the end
St Trinian's
Defenders of anarchy
Victorious, rebellious
we do as we damn well please
until the end
St Trinian's
"Well girls I must say you did a splendid job" Miss Frittion said clinging to her new puppy. "That Pomphrey git is subdued, Jeffery is being...well Jeffery, Annabelle has gotten some more confidence and the world now knows that Shakespeare is in fact a woman"
"Yeah I still can't get my head round that one" Lolly muttered.
"I know! Who would have thought a man with a sexual appetite to match Jack Harkness was in fact a woman" Foxy shuddered.
"I dunno Annie has a sexual appetite to match Jack's, so it can't be that bad" Josie said with a shrug.
"Oi! I am not that bad" Annie said smacking Josie in the shoulder.
"Oh yeah?" L.C challenged. "I know for well that Eric will be chained to your bed in a black silk robe"
"URGH, L.C THAT'S AN IMAGE WE HAVE NO NEED OFF!!!"
"Says the girl that has a David Tenant look a like on a leash" Annie shot back ignoring her sisters' screams of disgust.
Everyone looked down at the floor where Pierce Pomphrey was leaning against L.C's leg shirtless while wearing a black dog collar.
"It's David Tenant" Deannie said. "Who wouldn't?"
"Now girls, I don't want to sound doubtful or anything, but are you sure you can keep this man under control?" Miss Frittion asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, we already put him through all torture we could think off and the brainwashing machine" Maple said cheerfully.
"Yes, what are women to you, David?" Tvnut asked.
"Women are goddesses they are to be worshipped and pampered as if they are royalty" Pierce said in a slow drowsy voice.
"And men?"
"Well they're for making cakes and babies" he said smiling charmingly.
It took a lot of control for the RRA girls to NOT swoon. "Well, we got to go, as much as we enjoy staying here in St Trinian's we're needed elsewhere" Mira said.
"Bye!" the RRA girls and St Trinian's students called out to one another.
"Do visit again!" Miss Frittion called out.
As the purple box slammed shut and slowly began to fade away a familiar song could be heard.
Defenders of anarchy
RRA FOREVER!
"Hey! They nicked our song!"
Don't let the bastards get you down!