A/N: I'm back again, with a special fanfic because I helped with the series that it's based on! All characters are owned by the beautiful and genius Brenessa! She has requested some information about the characters be kept private, so everytime you see the word REDACTED, that means it's private! Sorry guys!
"Eeeeee! Turn, turn, turn! We're here! Ooh, I can't wait!" Sylvia chattered as Ysabelle turned into the parking lot of Applewood University.
"And we're here!" Ysabelle said, excitedly turning off the engine of her car. She got out, as Sylvia got their suitcases out of her trunk. Belle followed her perky friend into the brick and quartz building.
"Sylvia REDACTED and Ysabelle REDACTED, here for orientation." Sylvia reported to the receptionist, who looked familiar to Ysabelle.
"Don't I know you?" Ysabelle asked, curiously.
"Oh no, you must be thinking of my sister. She works-" the receptionist began.
"Let me guess, Applewood Academy?" Ysabelle finished, letting out a little laugh.
"Why, yes." the receptionist said, laughing as well. "Small world, I guess. Ok, here's your keys. Your other roommates are already up in your room on the second floor. Your first class is tomorrow, but tonight is the orientation mixer to get to know your classmates and teachers." she instructed, handing over keys, schedules, and a map.
"Ok, thanks! C'mon Belle, I wanna get unpacked and meet our suitemates before the party tonight. Ooh, maybe we could do makeovers! How fun would that be?!" Sylvia chattered all the way up to the floor.
"That sounds great but let's-" Ysabelle trailed off as she opened the door to be greeted by a smirking, salmon-haired demon queen. Pascale.
"Hey, roomies." she said in an obviously fake sweet tone, crossing her arms devilishly.
"Heeeyyy, Pascale. Uh, what are you doing in our room?" Sylvia asked, innocently. She obviously didn't get it.
"Duh, I just said we're roomies." Pascale said, rolling her blue eyes as she continued to unpack.
Out of nowhere, Tiffany came out of the bathroom.
"Eek! Tiffany!" Sylvia said, knocking her suitcase over as she raced over to hug her friend.
"Easy, Syl." Tiffany chuckled, awkwardly patting Sylvia's back. They both pulled back.
"So you're both in this room? And you haven't killed each other?" Ysabelle asked, incredulous.
"Yeah, don't worry. There's plenty of time for that, it's only the first day." Tiffany promised, snickering.
"Yeah, what she said. I'll still be torturing you guys all year, I'm just more concerned with taking over this college. Do you think they have Senior Spotlight here?" Pascale asked, coolly. Everyone laughed. Classic Pascal.
"Well, if you're done packing…who's up for makeovers?" Sylvia asked the room, opening one of her cases to reveal clothes and makeup.
"I have my outfit already, and Iris told me what you guys did to her hair. No thanks." Pascale declined quickly, heading to the bathroom.
"You know I'm always down for a makeover. How about for the party, we all do a streak in our hair? Red for Belle, yellow for you, Syl, and maybe baby pink for me?" Tiffany suggested, kneeling down.
"Perfect!" Sylvia exclaimed, grabbing her supplies and ushering Belle into the bathroom first.
A few hours later
Everyone was ready for the mixer and taking pictures of their outfits and hair. Belle was wearing her signature red outfit and boots, but replaced her skirt with white pants to fit the fall weather.
Sylvia was wearing a yellow slouchy sweater, her black shorts, white tights, and her regular shoes.
Tiffany had on a dress with a pale blue bodice, a hot pink belt, and a black and white vertically striped bubble skirt paired with white sneakers. Pascal had on a dress with a blood red bodice with a flowing glittery gold skirt with black heels.
And everyone (minus Pascale) had their hair done with streaks of their respective colors.
Bing!
"Attention, students! Please make your ways outside your rooms where your tour guide will show you to the mixer room." the PA speaker rang out.
"Party time!" Tiffany exclaimed, leading the girls outside to see a girl their age with black hair with an orange streak wearing a white bubble dress with a cyan belt waiting for them.
"Hi, girls! I'm Erin Masters, I'm basically going to be your personal college big sister!" Erin said, shaking everyone's hands.
"Well, um, hi. I'm Ysabelle, you can just call me Belle." Ysabelle introduced herself.
"I'm Tiffany REDACTED, nice to meet you." Tiffany went next, waving.
"I'm Sylvia, nice to meet you. I love your hair." Sylvia complimented. Erin smiled a thank you.
"And I'm Pascale REDACTED, college extraordinaire." Pascale said, flipping her hair.
"Liar." Tiffany coughed out. Ysabelle rolled her eyes.
Erin chuckled. "It's nice to meet you guys! Let's head down." she said, leading them towards the elevator.
In the mixer room
"Hey Erin, can you give us a second?" Sylvia requested, sweetly as they reached the entrance of the mixer room.
"Sure. I'm gonna grab us some seats, see you in there." Erin left them, Pascale following behind her, too excited to wait.
Sylvia huddled the girls. "We ready to be social?" she asked, putting her hand in the circle. The other girls did the same.
Ysabelle and Tiffany looked at each other, then nodded at Sylvia.
Sylvia smiled. "All right then. On three, social. One, two, three…" she counted.
Then all together, "Social!" they exclaimed as they threw their hands up. They entered the room, to old and new faces. Veronica, Taige, even Connor was there.
Ysabelle could already tell it was going to be a good year.