A/N: Ariana Sullivan is owned by Miracle and Allison Ludeman is owned by
slippery.
Chapter 2
Dag walked through the doorway keeping an eye on Carlson. She knew she didn't have to, this girl wasn't going to do anything to her but it felt good to keep alert. The brunette didn't even seem to notice that Dag was watching her. Carlson closed the door behind them and relaxed considerably.
"I hate having that witch watch my every move," Carlson said clearly trying to make conversation while she lead Dag to room seven.
"Dat bad?" Dag asked hoping she wasn't.
"Yes, Headmistress Howland is perfectly dreadful."
"Dang," Dag replied then decided to introduce herself holding out her hand "Dag."
"Pardon?"
"Dag, it's me name."
"I thought it was Kathryn Daponte,"
"That's me real name, Dag is what everyone calls me though. Well Daggers but Dag for short."
"Ah, I see. Like a nickname. I don't have one. Everyone calls me either Lauren or Carlson, or sometimes both together."
"Do you want a nickname?" Dag decided that she could have fun with these girls by corrupting them to street ways.
"I suppose. It could be fun to have a different name to have people call me sometimes. After being called Lauren Carlson all my life, it has become almost dull."
"Right. What do you want it be?"
"What kind of things make good nicknames?"
"Hobbies, obsessions, something that makes you different from everyone else."
"But I'm not,"
"What?"
"Different,"
"Maybe I should make up your nickname. Give me a few days I'll come up with one." Dag decided that maybe they weren't corruptible.
Lauren explained as they walked that the dorms were on the third floor, the classrooms on the second and the kitchen, dinning and recreational rooms on the first. There were two girls per dorm and fifteen dorms total. There were never more than thirty girls at the school at once and that Dag made thirty.
Stepping into room seven, Dag discovered that the dorms were huge. Each had state of the art plumbing and a separate room for bathing. Each girl had their own room with a bed and dresser and they only had to share the bathroom and a common room. The common room had two desks, two couches and two very comfortable chairs. Dag swore that the dorm was as large as Spot's personal floor at the warehouse.
"You share a room with.. Alexandra Morrill, I think. You won't have time to unpack, it's time for lunch." Lauren announced interrupting Dag's awe.
"Alright," Dag replied heading towards the door.
The dinning room was a large room with one large table down the center. Fifteen seats on both sides and 4 at each ends for the teachers. It didn't matter where the girls sat and Dag ended up next to Lauren and a girl named Ariana Sullivan. The name Sullivan seemed familiar but Dag wasn't sure from where.
"What happened to your hair?" A girl with thick black curls asked from across the table.
"Me hair," Dag clarified.
"Yes, it's absolutely horrid,"
"Excuse me," Dag replied setting her jaw. Everyone immediately quieted around them.
"You heard me, it's absolutely horrid. It's much to short and style doesn't work for you."
"Do you have a problem, wid me hair?" Dag began to crack to her knuckles.
"I believe I said I did .What are you doing now?" The girl was examining Dag's hands.
"Cracking me knuckles, so they don't crack when dey hit your face." Dag couldn't help but smile at the end of her sentence.
"I do not allow fighting in my school," Everyone turned to see Howland standing at the end of the table. "Ms. Daponte you better not allow your fist to come in contact with any faces or I will write your father."
Dag picked up her fork and didn't even give Howland a second glance. Howland sat down and all the girls began to whisper again. She'd decided it was best to let the old hag think she was in charge. Dag might be able use it to her advantage later.
"Dag, be wary of that girl. Her name is Emily Richter, and she's as big a witch as Howland." Lauren whispered over to Dag. Dag merely nodded in reply.
The rest of the day was slow. During classes she sat next to Lauren and Ariana. The other girls seemed to be slightly scared of her and Emily flat out disgusted. Although a few braves one introduced themselves then slithered back to their little cliques. Like Allison Ludeman for example.
A girl walked up to Dag and muttered something and stuck out her hand.
"Huh?"
"....." The girl said something but Dag couldn't hear it.
"What?"
"Allison Ludeman," her voice just barely reached Dag's ear.
"Dag," Dag replied shaking her hand. Allison then scurried back to her group and they began to whisper agonist themselves. Dag shook her head and let the crowd pull her to dinner.
Dinner was uneventful and Emily found a seat at the opposite side of the table from Dag with her small group of friends. Dag wished she was back on the dock right then with the boys. They would be getting out of the water and scrounging something to eat. Mind you the food was better here but still.
After dinner they were all sent to their rooms and many left to socialize with their friends. Dag had no intention of doing so and planned on unpacking instead. After she finished she took the knife and sheaved it against her calve then hid the slingshot and set of clothes under her bed.
Getting up she noticed Ariana and Lauren in her door way. Dag sighed and walked over to them.
"Lauren said you going to give her a nickname," Ariana said when Dag got over to them.
"Yeah,"
"Can I have one too?"
"Sure,"
Chapter 2
Dag walked through the doorway keeping an eye on Carlson. She knew she didn't have to, this girl wasn't going to do anything to her but it felt good to keep alert. The brunette didn't even seem to notice that Dag was watching her. Carlson closed the door behind them and relaxed considerably.
"I hate having that witch watch my every move," Carlson said clearly trying to make conversation while she lead Dag to room seven.
"Dat bad?" Dag asked hoping she wasn't.
"Yes, Headmistress Howland is perfectly dreadful."
"Dang," Dag replied then decided to introduce herself holding out her hand "Dag."
"Pardon?"
"Dag, it's me name."
"I thought it was Kathryn Daponte,"
"That's me real name, Dag is what everyone calls me though. Well Daggers but Dag for short."
"Ah, I see. Like a nickname. I don't have one. Everyone calls me either Lauren or Carlson, or sometimes both together."
"Do you want a nickname?" Dag decided that she could have fun with these girls by corrupting them to street ways.
"I suppose. It could be fun to have a different name to have people call me sometimes. After being called Lauren Carlson all my life, it has become almost dull."
"Right. What do you want it be?"
"What kind of things make good nicknames?"
"Hobbies, obsessions, something that makes you different from everyone else."
"But I'm not,"
"What?"
"Different,"
"Maybe I should make up your nickname. Give me a few days I'll come up with one." Dag decided that maybe they weren't corruptible.
Lauren explained as they walked that the dorms were on the third floor, the classrooms on the second and the kitchen, dinning and recreational rooms on the first. There were two girls per dorm and fifteen dorms total. There were never more than thirty girls at the school at once and that Dag made thirty.
Stepping into room seven, Dag discovered that the dorms were huge. Each had state of the art plumbing and a separate room for bathing. Each girl had their own room with a bed and dresser and they only had to share the bathroom and a common room. The common room had two desks, two couches and two very comfortable chairs. Dag swore that the dorm was as large as Spot's personal floor at the warehouse.
"You share a room with.. Alexandra Morrill, I think. You won't have time to unpack, it's time for lunch." Lauren announced interrupting Dag's awe.
"Alright," Dag replied heading towards the door.
The dinning room was a large room with one large table down the center. Fifteen seats on both sides and 4 at each ends for the teachers. It didn't matter where the girls sat and Dag ended up next to Lauren and a girl named Ariana Sullivan. The name Sullivan seemed familiar but Dag wasn't sure from where.
"What happened to your hair?" A girl with thick black curls asked from across the table.
"Me hair," Dag clarified.
"Yes, it's absolutely horrid,"
"Excuse me," Dag replied setting her jaw. Everyone immediately quieted around them.
"You heard me, it's absolutely horrid. It's much to short and style doesn't work for you."
"Do you have a problem, wid me hair?" Dag began to crack to her knuckles.
"I believe I said I did .What are you doing now?" The girl was examining Dag's hands.
"Cracking me knuckles, so they don't crack when dey hit your face." Dag couldn't help but smile at the end of her sentence.
"I do not allow fighting in my school," Everyone turned to see Howland standing at the end of the table. "Ms. Daponte you better not allow your fist to come in contact with any faces or I will write your father."
Dag picked up her fork and didn't even give Howland a second glance. Howland sat down and all the girls began to whisper again. She'd decided it was best to let the old hag think she was in charge. Dag might be able use it to her advantage later.
"Dag, be wary of that girl. Her name is Emily Richter, and she's as big a witch as Howland." Lauren whispered over to Dag. Dag merely nodded in reply.
The rest of the day was slow. During classes she sat next to Lauren and Ariana. The other girls seemed to be slightly scared of her and Emily flat out disgusted. Although a few braves one introduced themselves then slithered back to their little cliques. Like Allison Ludeman for example.
A girl walked up to Dag and muttered something and stuck out her hand.
"Huh?"
"....." The girl said something but Dag couldn't hear it.
"What?"
"Allison Ludeman," her voice just barely reached Dag's ear.
"Dag," Dag replied shaking her hand. Allison then scurried back to her group and they began to whisper agonist themselves. Dag shook her head and let the crowd pull her to dinner.
Dinner was uneventful and Emily found a seat at the opposite side of the table from Dag with her small group of friends. Dag wished she was back on the dock right then with the boys. They would be getting out of the water and scrounging something to eat. Mind you the food was better here but still.
After dinner they were all sent to their rooms and many left to socialize with their friends. Dag had no intention of doing so and planned on unpacking instead. After she finished she took the knife and sheaved it against her calve then hid the slingshot and set of clothes under her bed.
Getting up she noticed Ariana and Lauren in her door way. Dag sighed and walked over to them.
"Lauren said you going to give her a nickname," Ariana said when Dag got over to them.
"Yeah,"
"Can I have one too?"
"Sure,"
