Alrighty then, let's get started on this thing. I remember the first time I wrote this I was dropping a chapter every day, or at least every two. Which frankly, is insane, it's no wonder there were quite so many spelling errors. I'd like to hope the quality has improved at least a little. See you at the end - J

Disclaimer: From this chapter onward I will be borrowing characters, a fair lump of plot and just generally the universe of St. Trinian's (2007), obviously this is not for profit, just for fun and I make no claims on any of the rights to these properties, aside from my own characters.


Chapter one: St. Trinian's

Sophie stared out of the window as they approached the school, it was a decent sized building; she might even call it impressive. The grounds weren't much to turn your nose up at either, plenty of space to roam about, at least. She smiled inwardly at that, her last place had been a little less than tolerant in regards to her tendency to wander, and the entirety of the grounds have been, largely, tarmac. She had to say, she approved of the uniform here too, the white shirt, striped tie and black trousers, topped with a school blazer and an optional straw hat. Very traditional. Of course, it actually was supposed to be a skirt, but fuck that; she didn't do skirts.

A glance to her Mum, who was driving, earned her an awkward, forced, smile.

It had taken some convincing to get her to agree to send her to St. Trinians; it was run by the Frittons after all. There was some bad blood between their families that had never quite reached Sophie, it all made no sense to her. Plus... she generally didn't give a shit about it; she'd always hated most of her family whether they were Fritton or Daniels. She had gotten along pretty well with Camilla, though that was more a shared enjoyment of hiding and drinking whiskey at any family gatherings, and of course there was Annabelle. Being the same age, and given that neither of them had siblings or any other cousins, they essentially grew up together. The girl was a little on the shy side, and generally a bit of a goody-two-shoes, but she felt an odd sense of protectiveness for the other girl; sort of like one would for a younger sibling.

As the car stopped she stepped out and wasted no time heading to the boot to get her bag. She dropped it next to the car and let out a long sigh before turning to face her mother.
"Coming in?" She arched a brow and Claire shook her head, giving an apologetic look that wouldn't convince a three year old.

Sophie hadn't really expected her to, if she was honest.
"No. I'll see you during the holidays... Call if you have any problems..." Sophie held back a smirk at her Mums attempt at being a parent; they both knew it was for show. She never went home for the holidays, nor did she ever call with 'problems'. Claire paid her tuition fees to keep her delinquent child out of her perfect, blonde hair and Sophie stayed in boarding schools to avoid her.

They were quite alike really.

She held out her hand and her Mum shook it very briefly before all but scrambling to get back in the car, all too eager to leave her behind and get back to her life. Sophie didn't care. She gave one small, slightly sarcastic, wave before slinging her bag over her shoulder and turning on her heel to walk into the school, not bothering to watch her Mum's speedy getaway.

The receptionist was friendly, a bit absent-minded, and apparently compelled to offer her tea… and bourbon, but nice enough. She told the Headmistress she was here and sent her in.

"Aunt Camilla." She grinned as she dropped her bag beside the desk, batty or not, Camilla was, by far, the least annoying of her mother's siblings.
"Ah Sophie! It's about time, dear girl! How many schools did you have to go through before your mother came to her senses? Five?" Camilla swept over to pull her into a one armed hug, leading her further into the room.
"Six, counting the last one. Three military, two boarding and one criminal institution. " Sophie grinned and her aunt chuckled as she gestured for her to have a seat and continued her walk toward a cabinet.
"Ah that was it. Come sit down, girly. Whisky?" She gestured to a very lovely decanter and Sophie nodded, dropping down into one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"Straight, please." She smirked.

A few minutes later she was handed a glass, Camilla moving around to sit behind the desk while a small dog came scrambling into the room, immediately making a beeline for the woman's lap.
"Down to business; there isn't really much to say. Your Mother organised the finances over the phone before bringing you here, so there's no need to worry about all that. St. Trinian's is a haven for our girls, I'm sure you'll fit right in." The woman winked with a smile and Sophie nodded, taking a long drink from her glass.
"Annabelle's around here somewhere, isn't she?" She arched a brow and the woman's expression sobered.
"Ah, I thought you might have seen that. She does seem to be struggling somewhat." She frowned and Sophie nodded, playing with her glass.
"S'why I'm here; figured she could use a hand." She shrugged and took a drink, pointedly ignoring the soft look on the woman's face.
"That's thoughtful of you dear. I'm sure she'll be very happy to see you." She raised her glass slightly and Sophie gave a stiff nod before polishing off her drink.
"I'd best be off to drop my gear off before lights out, I'd rather not be unpacking while everyone's trying to sleep; bad impressions and all that." She set her glass down on the desk, standing up and pulling her tie loose so that it hung, undone, around her neck.
"Right you are, girly. Oh, you'll probably run into my Head Girl at some point, she'll show you around." A cheery smile adorned her lips and Sophie nodded once more; the Head Girl would be the one to watch, she was probably responsible for the prank played upon her poor defenceless cousin.

Turning to walk out, she grabbed her bag up off of the floor and cast one last smile over her shoulder to her aunt. Even after she was done with revenge… maybe… she might stick around for a little while. This school was certainly going to be interesting, at the very least.

She made it to the main stairway and looked up. And, well... If that wasn't the creepiest thing she'd ever seen...

A load of, what looked like, first years, staring down at her, unblinking as she stared back with as straight a face as she could muster.

Seconds later, a loud bell to her right had her looking away to find its source, but as she looked back up she felt her eyes widen slightly.

They were gone.

What was worse than creepy first years? Creepy first years you can't see.

With a sigh and a shake of her head she moved to take a step forward, but all too suddenly the stairs were filled with students, all pushing and shoving to get to wherever they were trying to go. Holding her ground, she shoved her free hand in her pocket and waited for the flood to end, keeping a firm hand on her bag to stop it from being swept away.

As fast as it had begun, it was over, leaving her stood in the middle of the stairs as though nothing had happened. Sophie let out a long breath, it was like a bloody zoo here. Slowly, the corners of her mouth twitched into a slight smile, a zoo was much better than marching around the corridors in formation, or being escorted around by a teacher. She ran a hand through hair her and went to walk forward again, but a voice rang out behind her.
"You'll have to walk up them eventually." The voice echoed in the disturbingly empty entrance hall and she turned slowly to face its source.

At which point she could have sworn her eyes almost fell out of her head.

A girl stood leaning against a doorway.

Apparently not requiring input from her brain anymore, Sophie's eyes wandered. There were no words.

She started at the floor, noting sensible (as sensible as you could get) black heels, followed by conventionally skin-coloured tights. Next, a pencil skirt that stopped just above the girl's knees, somehow remaining a conservative length and yet emphasising the, almost, awe-inspiring curve of the girl's waist. Then there was a white school shirt, standard, flawlessly clean, with short sleeves and the top two buttons left open, along with her tie, leaving the collar open to reveal a thick black leather choker with a silver padlock. She couldn't see much else with the light behind her, but short-cropped, jet black hair was evident and Sophie could not wait to see everything currently hidden in shadow.

She was dead right earlier; this school was definitely going to be interesting.

Time caught up to her and she realised she was almost gawking, hurrying to force herself to recover, at the very least, the higher function of her brain.
"Maybe I could if people didn't keep distracting me." She tried to sound as casual as she could but the other girl started to walk toward her and Sophie was temporarily struck dumb by the swing of her hips. Finally, the mystery girl moved so the light wasn't behind her and Sophie could see her face. Gorgeous didn't cover it; straight away her eyes was dragged onto full, beautifully red lips, and trapped there, unable to do anything but automatically flick her tongue out to wet her own.

As the girl drew closer, Sophie scrambled to push the intrusive thoughts to one side. She rolled her weight to one leg, tucking her thumbs into her pockets and valiantly attempting to seem relaxed, as she finally managed to fix her eyes onto the other girl's, finding them dark and painfully sharp as they met her evenly and seemed to pierce straight through.

If she hadn't already frozen, her jaw probably would have dropped.

Who was this person?

She had to give herself a mental shake as she realised the girl was speaking again.
"So, you're the new girl?" The other girl's eyes flicked over her and she forced her tense muscles to relax.
"Sophie Daniels, and you are?" She arched a brow, fighting to maintain some semblance of coherency as the girl smirked, lips curling.
"Kelly Jones, Head Girl." The pride in her voice was unmistakable and Sophie felt like she'd been slammed with a truck. This was the head girl?!

Fuck.

This was going make her revenge plan hard; the amount of cunning radiating off of the woman was all but verbally screaming its presence to the world. Not to mention Kelly Jones was hot… Very, very, very… Hot. She gave herself an internal slap, now was not the time for her libido to decide to take an active part in her life.
"The pleasure's all mine." She flashed a grin and turned to head toward the stairs, deciding very quickly that retreating for now while she assessed the situation and slapped some sense into her libido would be a good idea.

She had to force herself not to look back as she heard the Head Girl call after her.
"Welcome to St. Trinian's." There was a hint of amusement to her tone that worried her, but she shook her head, whatever this place threw at her, she could handle. Even Head girls that, for some reason, made her lose all sense of coherency.

The dorm room was hectic, one room and a million beds. Every now and then the décor would change, creating a bizarre rainbow of lights, noise and style. She supposed they were each for a different 'clique', something she hadn't seen since she started attending military schools back in her fourth year, so she never actually took part in them. All in all, the most pressing question on her mind was:

Where the hell was her bed?

She glanced around but quickly gave up, deciding to ask a local for directions and turning to the first girl she encountered. Regrettably, the first person she encountered was the single most chavvy girl on the planet.
"Where's an empty bed?" Direct questions seemed to be the best way to approach this one; she gave off a vibe that requested single to two syllable words only. Though, she appeared to have not been direct enough as the girl looked up and promptly started shouting, giving Sophie a surprisingly strong urge to hit her very hard with something very heavy.

Before she had a chance to fulfil this plan, however, someone walked up behind her and told the chav to back off.

Kelly Jones threw a smirk her way as she passed by and gestured for her to follow. Sophie took a moment to right herself before squaring her shoulders and doing just that.
"Cheers." She stepped up beside her and got nothing but a firm nod in return as she was led between the groups. The chav area was by the door, the next section was 'geeks', clearly, given the computers and equations lining the walls. Following closely after that, an area she had no name for; it was small, seeming to consist of three girls, all of which were… pretty damn hot. Future models club maybe? She arched a brow at a leggy blonde that towered over even Jones, who was taller than herself by at least a few inches, and got a smirk in return. Moving on came a very dark section of Goths? Emos? One or the other, either way, there were candles and coffins. Finally, they came a small gap of undecorated beds, only one of which seemed to be occupied, separating all behind her from the loud and messy area at the back that she could only surmise as the 'first years' zone.

Great, she got the bed next to the first years, bloody fantastic. With a roll of her eyes she kicked her bag under the bed.

She knew what came next; she'd studied the prank video carefully on her way here, getting a play by play of what would happen. Repressing a sigh, she set her face to an expressionless mask as she sat down, closing her eyes to protect them from the goo that poured over her head. Laughter filled the room around her as the pillow swung down, covering her in feathers. It occurred to her at this point that this school must actually be in the higher rankings, somehow, since feather pillows were expensive.

After a second to steel her poker face, she stood up with as much grace as she could, wiping the goo from her face before rooting around in her bag to find her towel. It was not easy, the slime made the floor slippery, but she managed to keep some form of dignity as she straightened up. From the looks on everyone's faces, they couldn't tell she'd let it happen. All but the Head Girl that was, who was watching her with a small frown. She'd have to be careful around her; she definitely picked up on more than everyone else.

She made her way to the showers and hung her towel on a nearby hook, folding all of her clothes neatly, so they wouldn't be messed up too much when they stole them. Once completely stripped, aside from her necklace and single earring that she always wore in her right ear, she headed into the shower. It took a moment to find a tap that worked, but once she did, she relaxed into the warm water while she could.

Keeping her back to wall, it didn't take long to clear the goo and feathers out, but as she was rinsing out the shampoo the water became very cold. She supposed that explained Annabelle's sudden exit from the shower, the video hadn't been clear. However, after so long in so many shitty schools, a cold shower was nothing to her. She took a sharp intake of breath and finished rinsing anyway; she'd walk out of here in style, not covered in soap and screaming.

Once she was clean, she turned off the water, sparing a glance for her missing clothes and towel, just to make sure they were actually gone, before turning to the door. She could do this.

Well aware of the cameras, she strode through the corridors as though she were fully clothed, repeating her rationale to herself like a mantra. The video would be blurred where it mattered. The quality was not high enough for detail. The video would be blurred where it mattered. The only people who can see you are the girls you share a dorm with. The video will be blurred. It helped, a little, not much, but what choice did she have? Any reactions at this point would lead to greater embarrassment. Fuck was it cold, though.

It felt like a much longer walk than it probably was, but eventually, she made it back to the dorm, surprised to find Jones waiting by the door, towel in hand. She took it with a flash of a somewhat sheepish grin and wrapped it around her shoulders like a cape, oddly uncomfortable under the other girl's gaze. To negate it, she winked at her on her way into the dorm, only to suppress an eye roll at herself.

Ugh, Sophie, stop trying to flirt with the enemy.

The dorm was back to usual business by the time she reached her bed, though she was sure she'd seen some money exchanging hands here and there. Betting, apparently, being a big thing here at St Trinians.

With that escapade over with, she turned back to getting dry and dressed for bed. It wasn't until she was fully dressed that she glanced back, only just in time to see the video being taken down by one of the 'geeks'. Thank god for small victories, at least. She smiled to herself, pulling her book out and relaxing on her bed, which had, fortunately, avoided being covered in goo.

Her peace was short lived, as, just as everyone was settling in for the night, a streak of brown hair and came dashing into the room and up to her bed. Heads turned to watch the new arrival darting past and Sophie looked up from her book, offering a very small half smile.
"Annabelle." She said her name as a greeting and stood up, only to be jumped on in a, far too vigorous, hug.
"Sophie! I had no idea you were coming, Aunty didn't tell me, you should've called or something so I could have shown you around! God! They didn't pull the same trick on you as they did on me did they? Because if they did I'm sure we can go to-"
"Annabelle." Sophie cut her off with a sharp tone, standing with her arms held awkwardly away from herself in an attempt to get her to let go.
"Oh, right, sorry..." She let go quickly and took a few steps back, Sophie cleared her throat and cast a glance at the other girls in the room, silence reigned in the dorm.
"I'm just so happy to see you." The girl was still beaming like a moron as she turned to face the masses.
"This is my cousin, Sophie Daniels..." She gripped her upper arm while she addressed them all, every last one. Fucking hell. Eye narrowed and some heads were shaken as many girls turned back to their beds, clearly Annabelle had already left something of an impression; a reputation she would now share in.

Top marks for inconvenience there Annabelle.

Her cousin began talking animatedly about her life thus far at 'hogwarts for pikeys' but Sophie was only half listening. She could feel eyes on her, and when she found the source, a light flicker of something unnameable twisted in her stomach. Jones was leaning against the entrance of the dorm, her arms folded tight across her chest and her eyes narrowed, unmoving, upon her. She was onto her, Sophie could tell.

Well, let her watch, this game was only just beginning.


I've added a few things to this story that I hope will become more evident as time goes on. I'd like to think they add better depth to the character and helps to explain exactly why she's so weird, but I guess we'll see. Only posting once a week is already hard. I have half of it written already and I want to get it posted, but I am determined not to out-pace myself and leave you all hanging so I will try to stick to my schedule.
Hope to see you next time - J