Shannon looked around her room and sighed, it was spacious enough for one person, especially a person like herself with little more then one large suitcase of clothes and a whole lot of posters. In fact she probably had the best room on campus, but she couldn't appreciate it. To her Eden Hall was more a prison then a chance at a bright future. She had been perfectly fine at home with her friends doing the things that her friends did. But no, one ride home in a squad car and it's off to another country to go to school. To say she was angry would be quite the understatement.



She knew allot of the student body of the ritzy high school was from out of state, dean Buckley had told her that the two girls he'd assigned to look after her were from Arkansas and Massachusetts. But still out of state is completely different then out of the country. Besides to Shannon it seemed so unfair that the dean would help her parents hold her hostage, knowing what his sorted past contained. Dean Buckley had met and became friends with her father, while hiding from the Vietnam draft. He'd fled to Canada to avoid being forced into service and became friends her dad. She wondered if anyone else knew that the current head master of Eden Hall Academy was a draft dodger.



Angrily she began stuffing all of the morbidly colored clothing she owned into a dresser drawer. Had the stunts she'd pulled at home really warranted being forced to attend school in this Abercrombie and Fitch commercial? She'd come to the conclusion while on her campus tour with the dean, if she saw one more sweater vest she'd scream, the place was a total nightmare. The only people that seemed remotely cool has been the two tall boys in the hallway wearing the matching System Of A Down tee-shirts. Unfortunately they'd been involved in the juvenile water balloon fight in the corridor.



The girl was busy hanging a pair of blood red curtains on the only window in the room, when a knock came at the door. She jumped at the noise and sent the curtain rod to the floor with a clink. Grumbling incoherently Shannon climbed down off the latter and walked to the door. On the other side stood the two tall boys in the System Of A Down shirts.



"If this is the official Eden Hall welcome wagon, you can keep the bunt cake, I don't want it." The blond snapped trying to close the door.



"Lucky for you, we don't bake." Portman smiled sticking out his hand to hold the door open.



Fulton laughed. "Trust me, if Eden Hall a welcome wagon, we'd be the last people they'd let be greeters."



"Yeah, we just wanted to say hey and to give you the list that was specially written for us on the dos and don'ts on radio usage. See Fult and I have separate rules since the board seems to find our taste offensive." The taller Bash Brother handed the girl a booklet on excepted times and locations for their type of music and even how loud their radios are permitted to be at certain points in the day.



"Thanks this should prove useful." Shannon turned around and tossed it onto her bed.



Fulton nodded. "No problem, anyway I'm Fulton Reed and this is Dean Portman. You're gonna be seeing allot of us, Portman's girlfriend is one of the chick assigned to show you around."



She rolled her eyes at him in response. "And which member of the Brady Bunch would she be? One of the cute blondes? Or maybe one of the brunettes, no wait the redhead."



"One of the brunettes, the tallest one." Portman scowled, if she'd been a guy talking like that about Maryann he'd probably would've hit her.



"Well can't wait to meet her." The girl said sarcastically. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm busy" and closed the door.



Maryann opened her bedroom door and stepped out into the hall just in time to see her boyfriend leaving the neighbor's room. With a bitter glare she shook her head, spun on her heels and waltzed back into her room, slamming the door behind her.



"What's eatin' her?" Fulton asked his best friend puzzled.



"I called Shannon hot earlier." The other boy explained.



"Oh I see."



*~*~*



" I thought you were going to the student lounge for a Coke?" Kat queried hanging her cheerleading uniform in the closet.



"I was, I changed my mind." Her roommate huffed, flopping out a pile of Kats freshly folded clean laundry.



"Do you know how long it took me to press all of that?" Kat teased, then was worried by the look on her friend's face "What's wrong?"



"That girl has been here three hours and she's already stealing my man."



"I really doubt that, she didn't seem any to interested before."



"He called her hot and I just caught him leaving her room." Maryann declared moodily.



Her southern pal sighed. "Alone?"



"No with Fulton."



"Okay, so do you really think he'd bring Fulton with him to hit on another girl?"



"Maybe they were doing something kinky, I dunno."



"I think you're over reacting. But if it makes you fell better go talk to Guy, I heard he's the team councilor, maybe he'll help ya."



"I should…"



"Okay, you do that, I'm going to Nicci's to work on some new cheers, be back later."



Once alone in the room Maryann pushed a pillow hard. There was something about that new girl she didn't like and she knew exactly what it was. Maryann was the jealous type and she'd be keeping a close eye on her boyfriend and his new pal. Maybe she'd even find Shannon a guy of her own.