A/N I'm have a basic outline of this story but I'm still working on the details and interactions so bear with me as the story stumbles along. Polly also seems to be fighting my brain, preventing me from portraying her properly.

Read carefully, lots of stuff happening this chapter. Enjoy :P

Chapter 2

"BLACK EAGLE ONE O'CLOCK!" The warning rang through the halls of the school causing the mass of girls standing around to race into classrooms spreading the warning and generally disappearing from the casual glance. Polly charged down the stairs narrowly avoiding Esme, the young bookie, and entered the planning room. There she opened her laptop and pulled up the cctv on her screen as everyone gathered around.

"Are all the rooms safe?" Kelly questioned.

"The totties locked their door, the art teacher is getting dressed, Spanish hid their poker game…Apparently Maupassant wants to teach religious studies. I think we're all clear."

"Where are the twins?" Annabelle asked worriedly, "Last Kelly and I saw they were outside testing the explosives on the garden shed?"

Bang. The entire room winced. Loud explosions of this sort are ignored for the most part on normal days, but with Thwates here it was not a normal day. Polly zoomed in on the twins, hidden behind the stone wall in time to see Tara admonish her sister for her overzealousness in applying the RDX. Polly also radioed the twins her own warning to make themselves scarce.

"Christ, he's coming this way!"

"We never gonna make it!" wailed Andrea quietly

Click.

Polly spun and saw the entire room with their faces pressed against the door. She franticly scanned the room looking for the conspicuous brown curls. They were missing! She hurried to the door.

"What's she doing?" Polly whispered, the anxiousness apparent in her voice. Crap.

"I'v no clue." Taylor replied just as concerned. Thank god.

"Shhh! I can't hear," Kelly quieted them, "She's telling them…she was bullied by Verity…She said we are like a happy, dysfunctional family, I like it. Thank god Miss Fritton came down the stairs, were safe." Polly let out a long, relived sigh along with the rest of the room

Kelly turned around to look over the room, all the heads of the tribes, save for the Sopranos, were present.

"I think Annabelle just proved herself a true St. Trinian, it's time we made her official. Celia, do you think you can be ready by tonight?"

"Yeah, sure, that's fine." The trustafarian replied in her usual distracted tone, staring blankly at a spot somewhere around Polly's left shoulder.

When Miss Fritton distracted the press, Annabelle used the distraction to escape back into the room. Once she closed the door she turned around to be greeted by all the girls grinning at her in, at least in her mind, a slightly demented way.

"What?" she questioned the silent room cautiously.

"Hmm, oh is nuffin', Jus we was all supprised when youse went out there an all. Alone wif Thwates and da press, was pretty brave yeah."

"Was that why you left Cheltenham?" Polly asked.

"Um, yeah, well sort of. I caught Verity in the bathroom with another girl from the hockey team. She chased me out and started attacking me. I fought back but the teacher only saw me hit Verity. So she got off with a warning and I was expelled. It was probably lucky for me. Verity might have killed me if I had stayed."

"Oooh, Thwates Jr. has a girlfriend? Next hockey game will be fun." Andrea commented smiling, a rare occurrence, Kelly just smirked.

That evening at dinner all the tribes were deep in quiet conversation, planning their makeover for Annabelle, of course Celia would create the final image based slightly on what Annabelle liked best, and all the tribes wanted to get the new girl added to their tribe, except the first years of course, they just liked playing dress up with the upper forms. When Annabelle walked by they all opened a space for her, something that confused the girl greatly because the groups were usually so closed. Thankfully for her she didn't have to make a decision that could cause her grief, as Kelly called her over.

Kelly was very excited for the makeover, they were always great fun, but this one would be special. Annabelle was like her, apart from any of the cliques, she had something in common with each one, she was smart, had an aggressive streak, but was also very quiet. She seems like she could fit in with the Totties, but Kelly hoped that wouldn't happen, she didn't want to think about the thinks Annabelle would be doing if she joined Chelsea. The only group she didn't fit into was flammables. Annabelle's voice jolted Kelly out of her inner musings.

"What's with everybody? They're all being nice to me."

"Annabelle, people never knew what to think of you before. You almost ruined our only chance at saving the school. Now you faced Thwates and the press pack to prevent your new plan from being ruined. They know that you're one of us now. You are a St. Trinian."

"Hmpf. I only grassed because you probably would have been arrested had we went with your plan. The government never stops when it comes to famous artwork." Annabelle defended herself grumpily.

"It's good to know that you care about me so much." Kelly teased.

"It's not just you, Taylor's 18 also. I don't want to have to break her out of jail." Annabelle retorted, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth.

"I thought you cared about me!" Kelly pouted

"Why should I, you were the one who broadcasted me naked onto the internet."

"That was Polly, I just Okayed the idea" replied Kelly in meek defense, not that she would admit that she needed to defender herself, or even that the defense was rather weak and useless.

"Besides I got Flash to act gay. If he comes onto you just tell him he needs to practice harder at being gay." The smile on Annabelle's face finally broke through.

"Fine you win this round." Kelly smiled back, it was rare for the head girl to concede defeat.

"I'm tired, and we have an early start tomorrow, goodnight Kel." With that the brunette walked out the refractory and up the stairs to the dorm.

Kelly let out a mental sigh, the smile slipping from her face. The head girl finished eating in silence. Then called the tribe heads over.

"Annabelle went up to sleep already, so keep everyone down here until around 11, then we'll go have our fun." Kelly told them with a wicked grin. They all agreed and went back to their tables to distribute the orders. Celia looked from her book to watch Kelly saunter out into the hall, and let out a sigh of her own. Stupid head girls, she thought, they can never admit what's in their head. The same happened to JJ last year, good thing they both left. I don't think I could have handled one of them moping around all this year.

When the clock struck eleven the girls emptied out of the refractory and hurried upstairs, quietly for once. They all hurried to their tasks, First Formers got the swivel chair and scarf to tie her hands. The rest gathered their makeup and hair supplies and eagerly gathered around the sleeping form of Annabelle.

"What are you going to do to me?" Annabelle was frightened out of her mind, she may have headed off Minister Thwates, but this was a school of crazies, maybe they still didn't like her.

"Give you a MAKEOVER silly!" Kelly cried and pushed her chair down to the first years.

Polly had the cameras set with warnings if anything out of the ordinary happend and so stood next to Kelly as they watched Annabelle go through the different costumes of the tribes

"Shouldn't you be helping your geeks dress Annabelle?" Kelly asked her as Annabelle was being rolled towards the geeks and noticed Polly making no move to join her tribe.

"Nah, they know what to do; besides I want them to learn to act without me. I just hope Lucy won't get them into to many fights, she is a bit hot-headed." Of course Polly wouldn't tell Kelly the real reason she wasn't making over Annabelle. Polly would have given almost anything to touch Belle, but she was afraid of making a fool of herself in front of the entire school. Polly prided herself in being intelligent, she knew that she had a crush on the shy brunette but she also knew that if she simply acted on her hormones she would ruin her reputation and more importantly her budding friendship with Belle, Dammit she wants to be called ANNABELLE! Little did she know Kelly was having just a hard time keeping her arms crossed and looking interested only in the fact that the school was gaining a new student, rather than in the small skirt Chelsea had just forced on the girl, or even worse, rushing to her room, fantasizing about getting that same skirt off of young Fritton.

They were both startled out of their inner musings by Celia giving a small cough as she passed them. On her way to create the Annabelle that would become a true St. Trinian. So they watched, both working to hide their true emotions under masks, as Celia walked through the different tribes grabbing bits of clothing and tossing them to the girl. Then Celia went to work on Annabelle's long brown hair. When she was done, Celia pulled her to her feet and turned to Kelly.

Both Kelly and Polly were struck speechless; her long legs sheathed in stockings garters barely visible underneath a short dress. A white blouse, sleeves rolled up with the school tie loosely knotted. Her face was simply a knockout punch; her hair curled frame her face, mascara carefully applied to make her eyes stand out and the lipstick on her lips was red enough to rival Kelly's.

"So how do you feel?" Kelly asked, successfully keeping the tremor of lust out of her voice.

"Like St. Trinian!" Annabelle replied, to resounding cheers.

The dorm danced for a solid three hours, both Kelly and Polly attempting to stick close to Annabelle, both to busy acting normal to notice the others constant proximity. Finally Kelly decided to send everybody to bed. They did have an early start tomorrow as Annabelle had mentioned at supper.

Kelly's last thought before she fell asleep was gratitude that she didn't make a fool of herself, and that Annabelle seemed to reciprocate her feelings. Polly's feelings were mixed between being happy that she hadn't made an arse of herself, and being sad that Annabelle seemed to ignore Polly. For Annabelle, she had one thought, Thank God, maybe now I can get a full night's sleep.

So review plox and tell me what you think, Remember Flames were reserved for last chapter, none here. Also another note, I doubt my other updates will be this fast. I had nothing to do at work the last two days so I simply wrote. Enjoy and Review.

Ps. Any ideas on what you think should happen will be taken under serious consideration. I am still working out some details.