Annabelle the Cannibal
Disclaimer: EeEeEeEek! I own nothing, except for the EXTREMEMELY unclear plot, and I did 'borrow' some lines from the movie – in all its awesomeness. God bless St Trinian's. [=
A/N: I have a short attention span and my memory isn't too good either... so, since I'm absolutely STUMPED on my other St Trinian's story 'Clotheslines and Lacy Lingerie', I decided that I'd work on this one.
First though... ten facts about braces and me (and I?)!
1] I have them 2] My bands are green at the moment 3] I have elastic bands running from my top canines to my back molars 4] I've had my wisdom teeth removed and some others I don't know the name of 5] I have several 'braces buddies' 6] I only have green bands on my top braces, the bottom ones are just plain 7] My braces should be off after 12 – 18 months 8] My friend brings a pocket mirror to school for braces checks 9] It is possible to eat gum [the sugar free kind!] with braces 10] I have several nicknames that concern my braces, and yet, they still do not faze me in the slightest!
Sorry for my babbling! Enjoy and review! =]
'Oh, God!' Annabelle gasped.
'What?' Kelly gazed at Annabelle lazily, far more interested in the contents of her flask than a stupid and naive new girl.
'That's Verity Thwaites!' Annabelle moaned, 'she's a total psycho!'
'What, her...?' Taylor asked with a snort.
Annabelle stubbed her hockey stick into the ground, 'You mustn't do anything to provoke her!'
Tara and Tania giggled, Taylor laughed and Kelly just stirred her drink absent-mindedly.
Who let the dogs out?
Who – who- who – who?
Who let the dogs out?
Who – who- who – who?
Annabelle cringed as Verity snarled and snapped at the First Years, but Kelly just smirked and clinked her drink in time with the singing and taunting.
'Oh, look girls!' Verity's piercing voice called across the hockey pitch, 'It's Annabelle the Cannibal!'
The girls from Cheltenham Ladies' laughed and hissed at the now-awkward teenager, pleased to be getting some sort of reaction.
'What was all that about?' Kelly asked incredulously, still holding her silver drinking flask.
Annabelle giggled nervously, all eyes were on her, something she wasn't used to.
'I used to eat people.' She let the head of her stick fall to the ground in an attempt to make her timid announcement seem more dramatic.
Annabelle pawed the ground with her hockey stick before looking up into the scary head girl's eyes.
'Bull.'
Taylor snorted again (Annabelle suspected this was a common occurrence, but that didn't make it any less un-endearing).
She sighed, 'I used to have braces and pieces of food would get stuck in them.'
'Nice.' Kelly squinted slightly as the sun's glare intensified; she then let her hockey stick drop from its place around her neck to the ground and smirked.
'You're next.'
Those were the last words Annabelle heard before she was sent flying, landing awkwardly at Kelly's feet.
'Errghh.' Annabelle moaned, blinking as she rolled over and the sun hit her face.
'You alright, Fritton?' Kelly looked mildly concerned, but still her hands did not touch the figure sprawled at her feet, instead they remained wrapped tightly around the tattered hockey stick that every girl on the pitch held.
'Yeah,' Annabelle opened her eyes as widely as she could; slightly shocked to find herself gazing up Kelly's baggy sleeveless tank top, 'help me up?'
Kelly gave a discontented sigh as she offered the younger girl the tip of her hockey stick.
Realising this was all the help she'd be getting, Annabelle gave the stick a firm tug and watched with unveiled amusement as the older girl went (to put it simply) "ker-splat".
'Thanks, Fritton.' Kelly quirked her eyebrow, 'Are you going to help me up now?'
'No.' Annabelle flounced off, leaving the disgruntled head girl to fume... in the mud.
'You played well, Fritton,' Kelly smirked as she tore off her sweaty (and muddy) shirt, 'when you weren't staring up my shirt.'
'Uhm.' Annabelle tried looking anywhere that wasn't "Kelly".
'Oh my god!' Chelsea shrieked, signing simultaneously, 'Annabelle, do you have the hots for Kelly?!'
'What? No!' Annabelle looked so aghast that the whole locker room began to chant.
Ooh – ah 'Belle lost her bra,
She left it in Kelly's car,
Why did she leave it there?
Because she wanted to get some air!
Soon Kelly and Annabelle were the only ones left in the filthy changing room.
'You know I'd never-'Annabelle was so red that Kelly just had to cut in.
'Would it be that bad?' Kelly smirked, now completely dressed.
'What?'
Kelly let out a small laugh, Annabelle looked like a small child with her hand caught in the cookie jar.
'I said,' Kelly took a small step closer to the shorter St Trinian, 'would it be that bad?'
'Uhm,' Annabelle took a small step backwards, 'would what be that bad?'
'Oh come on, Fritton,' the older girl laughed, 'from the day you arrived, the very first prank, you were hooked.'
'I wasn't.' Annabelle protested.
'You were,' Kelly smirked again, 'why else would you follow me around like a lovesick puppy?'
'Maybe I just like you!'
'Oh I know you like me, Fritton,' Kelly was almost breathing down Annabelle's neck.