The time came to choose their cliques, as they'd all known it would.
For Andrea, it was easy: she was an emo through and through (although at this point it wasn't so obvious on the outside - she lacked the piercings and dramatic eye makeup to come later). She found comfort and a sense of belonging among the like minded emos, their rituals and close knit friendship.
Taylor wasn't as quick to choose. Deep down, she knew that she fitted with the chavs, but she did wonder if she was posh totty material, before those girls dismissed her mockingly. At first she wasn't sure of the label. Yes, she was a chav. It was where she was from and the way she spoke. But should that define who she was and who she befriended? Andrea could go to hell, she was ten times smarter than the funeral queen when she wanted to be. The weariness about her group wore off, though; having the friends she did was amazing. She'd never had many friends, other than Kelly last year.
While Andrea and Taylor had been bitter rivals since that damn argument about the bacon sandwich, it really got extreme in their second year at St Trinian's.
Their cliques were traditionally enemies, and that suited the two of them perfectly. Andrea seeked revenge, Taylor seeked something other than her nails to do.
Neither girl ever hated the other as much as they might make out. Okay, on many occasions, fights had been serious and resulted in serious injury, but it started out as fun, and while she'd never admit it, Taylor grew fond of this medium of attracting Andrea's attention