After the sorting was finished, I wasn't as excited as before, but I still had butterflies in my stomach. The headmaster stood up.

"Now that you are in our school, I'd like to begin to explain the circumstances that you will be living under. We have many rules, and are lax on other things that you might not understand. In other schools, house unity is a problem. To solve that, we put a one girl and boy from each house together in combined rooms. Parents from other schools do not understand this, but we do have rules with strict punishments if they are broken."

A few kids sniggered.

"We have Fullocks," she explained. "They are students who will report any mishap to us."

They chuckled again.

"What?" I whispered.

A girl faced me. "They don't do anything… in fact, they're normally the ones breaking the rules."

"Awesome." I laughed.

"Awesome isn't even the beginning of it," the girl giggled back. "But only the Scotties have sex here; they're what you Englishmen would call… hoes? Anyway, they can't ever leave the reputation. Most of us stay clean if we can help it."

I nodded my head. "Yeah, I get it. I'm Ginny."

"I know that, I saw you sorted," she rolled her eyes. "I'm Jessica. I'm head of Oneness. That's the name of this house. The headmaster will just tell you the basics, but let me tell you… You won't know anything unless you hang with me. I'll show you around."

"Thanks."

"You're classes are scheduled throughout the day. You have an hour break after every class but your schedule goes from eight o'clock to ten o'clock, which actually averaged out to eight hours of class a day." Shanez resolved. "Breakfast is at seven o'clock sharp. We do not appreciate tardiness. During breakfast your schedules will be handed out. When leaving, your Heads will lead you to your dorms. You each have passwords and if they are exchanged among other students you will be disciplined. All right, let's eat."

Breaded pork chops, apple cider turkey breast, apricot Swiss steak, bacon goulash, fried salmon with lemon thyme crumb topping, and beef croquettes overstuffed the tables.

I served some Acini de Pepe salad onto my plate. Taking a bite, I asked, "so who is 'popular' around here?"

Jessica snorted. "You're talking to her, honey. I'm not afraid to admit it, either. I'm the hottest girl and I think you're my competition, so instead of hating you, we're going to be best friends and kick ass."

"That's hot." I chuckled. "Anyway, I'll do it on one condition."

"What's that?"

"Help me find this guy," I said, and gave her the description of my stranger.

"Damn," she whistled. "You haven't even been here a day and you've got the guys on you! I love that color in your hair. Is it natural?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I died it a few weeks ago but I took it out."

The main dishes had cleared. Next, for desert, we had anise biscotti, chocolate dipped brandy snaps, vanilla noodles, vien noodles, and peanut brittle.

"Yumm," I whistled, and reached over to a laded plate.

"Um, no." Jessica snapped. "Try to avoid sugar, honey. We're going to get you some hard rock abs, and you hanging with me and having a hot body will make you the shit around here."

Madam Shanez stood up. "You are dismissed."

"Shalom," everyone replied.

"It's a peace offering," Jessica hissed. "For all we know, though, we could be wishing a third world would just die."

I rolled my eyes.