Hi guys, so sorry this has taken so long to update but unfortunantly life took over what with relationship, job and family issues cropping up but I do want to (eventually) finish this off, I hate leaving things half done!. Thanks to everyone who took the time to review I really appreciate each one!
"Oh look it's St. Trinnian's school for slappers and ASBO Pikeys who no one else'll have" sneered one particularly frightening looking Chav girl
"Yea it is" Kelly replied smoothly and sickeningly sweetly. The leader of the St. George Chavs, Rachelle Hopkins feared in her local small community by kids and adults alike looked confused momentarily and then settled for scowling in response.
"Whatever" She snapped with venom and turned her head to mutter to her look-a- like friends standing around her blocking the entrance to the Waltzers.
"Excuse us, my friends would like to have a go" Kelly interrupted, indicating the Emos with a nod of the head who stood solemnly next to her, their emotionless gaze on the village Chavs not wavering
This seemed like the perfect opportunity for Rachelle to exert a bit of revenge on the St. Trinian's who reduced (what she thought of as) their localboys to slobbering idiots whenever they tottered into town, completely ignoring her and her friends who only went to the local comprehensive and not some posh school for psycho delinquents. Even the girls who went there and dressed in a similar chavvy style to her group looked down their noses at the comprehensive girls. She glanced at some of her clones who stepped either side of her ensuring that they couldn't miss the hint that they weren't getting on the ride and that Kelly couldn't push past her on her own.
"Sorry, all the seats are reserved. Locals only"
Kelly effortlessly peered past her, her heels made her a good couple of inches taller, to see that the ride was presently empty and probably would be all evening with the girls intimidating everyone else, including the locals, away from it.
"Ok" Kelly replied casually, refusing to take the bait "They'll just hang out here then, just in case a seat opens"
"Seats are reserved all night" Rachelle snapped, annoyed that she hadn't pissed Kelly off
"They'll still wait just in case. They really want to go on this ride" Kelly looked over to the Emos for confirmation. They all remained exactly the same apart from Andrea who managed a small nod. Rachelle suppressed a shudder and wondered if these freaks ever blinked or if they were in some sort of walking coma.
"Free country" she retorted snottily and flounced off followed by her friends onto the ride, smirking at the lingering Emos as they spread out to take all the seats in a last ditch attempt to pretend they had no effect on her. The Emos remained motionless so it was impossible to tell if she had succeeded or failed.
"Alright then?" Kelly murmured to Andrea
"Amy's on it" She confirmed, not breaking her icy gaze off of Rachelle, still trying to unnerve her as much as possible. Annabelle looked through the group and realised that Amy, one of the youngest members of the group had completely disappeared during the confrontation without anyone noticing.
"Good" Kelly nodded and smoothly turned around to face the remaining girls, a mixture of first and second year girls, who stared intently at their Head Girl, waiting impatiently for orders.
"Right then girls, spread out. Do what you want, just keep them all looking this way"
The girls nodded seriously, before everyone broke out into a grin and ran away, scattering into small groups and pairs into the village.
Kelly then began to scan the crowds and smirked when she found what she was looking for; the Posh Totty beginning a full charm offensive on Tom Avery who was dispensing drinks from a makeshift beer tent while trying to avoid paying attention to the flirty three girls giggling, whispering and coyly waving to him. Annabelle watched as Kelly shifted her gaze to the Geeks huddled together on some benches in front of the small row of shops and then to Tara and Tania admiring the, as yet unlit, bonfire under the eagle eye of Jemima Avery.
Suddenly, the sounds of seemingly random elements of chaos began to ring out into the crisp November air. Annabelle's head snapped round at the sound of terrified shrieking coming from the Waltzers which were now whizzing around so quickly they were just a blur. A large, angry man was gesturing wildly at the Emos, with a lever that had presumably been somehow ripped off the ride, but was met with the same cool, impassive looks. Andrea managed a nonchalant shrug, while from behind the angry man, Amy, the second year who had previously vanished, sneaked out from behind the ride, putting a large pair of metal cutters back into her school bag and disappeared into the crowd. A group of horrified mothers were rushing toward the ride and its owner who had abandoned shouting at the Emos and began to apologetically insist he was doing all he could to stop the ride.
It was at this moment that the remaining first and second years began their own individual campaigns of chaos; a group of first years stood chanting over a pair of girls wrestling over a teddy bear, a pair of second years knocked a tea urn flying as they chased each other around a catering table as another clutched her schoolbag to her chest, overflowing with pink candyfloss, shouting at the vendor
"The sign just says £1 a bag, it didn't specify what bag!"
Kelly surveyed the scene of organised chaos for a moment, briefly allowing a small smile to tug at the corner of her lips, before turning to Annabelle with a worryingly manic look in her eye.
"Ok, here's our window, we won't have long. Ready?"
