A/N: Hi! Here's the second chapter!
For Morgana, her first day of school was a blur, a stressful surreal blur. She had everyone staring at her, guys giving her googly eyes, and girls glaring at her the entire day. She also got in trouble for the most... randomly ridiculous thing. Camelot High was really... different. Morgana had never lived in a world where adults didn't trust her but here...
At lunch, finding a table to sit at was the hardest thing EVER! She didn't want to sit with her brother so she walked around, looking for a table, or even just a seat to sit in. But there wasn't one.
"Everything," this one guy told his friends as Morgana walked by their table. They seemed to take no notice of her... they were too far into their conversation...
"Did you see nipples?" the guy across from him asked eagerly.
"It only counts if you saw a nipple," another guy at the table said.
"That's true dude," someone agreed.
Morgana walked away, absolutely disgusted. There was a table of girls who looked nice. She walked over to them and said, "May I sit here?"
"What?" the brunette sitting closest to her said.
The black haired beauty used to have a lot of friends in Cornwall but apparently none in London... (besides the "Knights of The Round Table.") The people that stared at her with dazzled eyes she didn't consider friends, just star struck teenage guys.
After a few more minutes of hovering, Morgana settled on just leaving the cafeteria. She ate her lunch in the girl's bathroom. It made her feel isolated and unwelcome. She wanted friends. She wanted to be accepted, but at the same time, still be herself.
After school, as Morgana was walking up the front porch steps, trying unsuccessfully to escape the rain, Agravaine asked her, "Hey, how was your first day?"
She looked at him for a second, before continuing into the house. She hoped that he would get the clue she had left unspoken.
The next day, Morgana managed to snag a seat in class before anyone else took it. That seat just happened to be next to the two people who had tried to help her out yesterday.
"Hey, is that your natural hair colour?" the weird looking guy asked, leaning towards her.
"Yeah," she replied.
"It's gorgeous," he complimented.
"Thank you," Morgana said with a smile. Finally! she thought. People to talk to!
"See, this is the colour I want," he said, bringing her head close to his so he could put her hair on his head.
With a little laugh, the girl sitting in front of him said, "This is Trickler... He's almost too gay to function."
Trickler. Morgana inputted the name into her brain so she could remember him. Trickler let go of her hair and sat back in his seat. "It's nice to meet you," she said to both of them.
Valiant passed by, glaring at the girl. "Nice wig Elena. What's it made of?" he taunted. So her name was Elena.
"Your mum's chest hair!" she yelled at him. Then she turned to Morgana. "I'm Elena." Her voice was so sweet, compared to her gruff voice used in her earlier sentence.
"Hi, I'm Morgana," the black haired beauty introduced herself, then looked at her timetable she had stuck in her binder cover. "Do you guys know where room G 14 is?"
Trickler took her timetable and read over it. "Health. Tuesday and Thursdays. Room G 14..." he trailed off.
"I think that's in the back building." Elena said, looking at Trickler...
"Yeah, that's in the back building," he repeated.
"Yeah, we'll take you there," Elena said.
"Thanks." Morgana took her schedule back just as the bell rang. The class tried to emptied out, all pushing to get out of home room.
Out in the hallways, it was like a mob. People were packed together. Trickler grabbed Morgana's arm and pulled her along, Elena trailing behind them.
"Watch out please! New Meat coming through!" he yelled over the people. For a second the black haired beauty doubted him, but then people started moving away.
"Health. Spanish," Trickler read off her schedule as they walked across the well mannered grasses in the back of the school. It was one of those rare sunny days in London, so the sun was bright and there wasn't a drop of rain in sight. "You're taking additional maths?" he asked amazed.
"Yeah. I like math," Morgana stated simply.
"Eew. Why?" he asked confused.
"Because it's the same in every city, every country," she replied, which was true.
"That's beautiful. This girl's deep."
"Hey, where's the back building?" Morgana asked looking around for any kind of building, but not finding any.
"It burnt down in 1987," Elena admitted, sitting down under a tree, Trickler following suit.
"Won't we get into some sort of trouble for this?" Morgana still didn't know much about her new school but considering the day before she didn't want to take any chances.
"Why would we get you into trouble? We're your friends," Elena replied, like it would solve the whole thing. Morgana looked back at the school. She knew that it was bad to skip class, but Elena said that they were friends, and Morgana was in no position to pass up friends. She sat down on the grass, cross legged. She guessed she'd never know what she missed on that first day of Health class.
Julius Borden, the head P.E teacher, stood in front of a black board.
"Don't have sex because you will get pregnant and die. Don't have sex in the missionary position. Don't have sex standing up... just don't do it, promise?" he looked really uncomfortable. "Alright, everybody take some rubbers," he ordered, holding up a plastic container.
"Why didn't they just keep home schooling you?" Elena asked.
"They wanted me to get 'socialized'," Morgana answered, rolling her eyes.
"Oh you'll get socialized, all right. A little slice like you," Trickler commented, leaning back onto his forearms.
"What are you talking about?" Morgana asked truly clueless.
"You're a regulation hottie," Elena supplied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What?" Morgana asked.
"Own it," Trickler set his hand on my ankle.
"How do you spell your name again Morgan?" Elena asked, doodling something on a piece of paper.
"Uh, Morgana. M-O-R-G-A-N-A," she answered awkwardly. Who didn't know how to spell Morgana?
"Hmm, I'm gonna call you Morgan," Elena said.
"All in the name that is Holy, will you look at Morgause Tingatel's P.E clothes?" Trickler said, staring at the field behind in front of them. Morgana's head shot up at the mention of that name. It couldn't be could it? Her maternal half-sister! Morgana and her sister Morgause only ever exchanged letters and e-mails therefore neither of them knew what the other looked like. Morgause lived with her father, Gorlois Tingatel, Vivienne's first husband. The trio looked at the gym class students who were filing out onto the field. A few girls were definitely wearing some really short shorts.
"Of course all the Plastics have to be in the same P.E class," Elena snorted, not even looking up from her notebook.
"Who are the Plastics?" Morgana asked.
"They're teen royalty. If Camelot High had a newspaper, they would always be on the cover," Trickler explained.
"That one there," Elena started, pointing to a blonde girl who was clapping her hands, trying to catch the ball that was being thrown to her. She didn't even come close to catching it. Instead it bounced off of her boobs. "Is Morgause Tingatel. She is one of the dumbest girls you will ever meet. Trickler sat next to her in English last year."
"She asked me how to spell 'orange'." Morgana cracked a laugh. Wow. Morgause apparently gave 'Dumb Blondes' a whole new name. But was that really her sister? Whenever her sister wrote to her, she didn't seem stupid judging from her writing.
"And that little one? That's Sophia Tír-Mòr," Elena continued, nodding at a little girl with brown hair, talking avidly on her mobile phone. Morgana resisted the urge to laugh when a ball came flying at Sophia, knocking her and her mobile phone to the ground.
"She's totally rich because her dad invented the Sidhe staff," Trickler added.
"Sophia Tír-Mòr knows everybody's business. She knows everything about everyone," Elena stated, smirking.
"That's why her hair's so big. It's full of secrets!" Trickler said. Morgana resisted the urge to laugh again. His face just looked so funny.
"And evil takes a human form in Nimueh Isle," Elena finished.
It would have been impossible not to notice her. Nimueh Isle wasn't walking onto the field like every one else. No. She was being carried! She was acting like the Queen; four guys all carrying her onto the field, her brown hair hanging. Those four guys were George Butler, Gwaine (obviously), Alvarr Neahtid and Will Ealdor. The Knights of the Round Table and Merlin walked besides them, waiting for Gwaine. When the boys set Nimueh down, she blew a kiss to Alvarr and joined the other two girls.
"Don't be fooled, because she may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing, slut-faced, ho-bag. But in reality, she's so much more than that," Elena warned. The way she said it was like she had it memorised.
"She's the Queen Bee; the star. Those two are just her little workers," Trickler elaborated. He sounded a bit... mad.
"Nimueh Isle. How do I even begin to explain Nimueh Isle?" Elena trailed off, staring off into the distance.
A bunch of different people, mostly Nimueh's fangirls, knew everything about her.
Guinevere Leodegrance would state, "Nimueh Isle is flawless."
Kara Druid would add, "She has two Fendi purses and a red BMW."
Tristan, Isolde's boyfriend, would claim, "I hear her hair is insured for $10,000."
A brunette girl, Mithian would say, "I hear she does car commercials. In Japan!"
Isolde would say, "Her favourite movie is Varsity Blues."
Annis Witch and Alice Finder, the two girls in wheelchairs would contribute to the list, "One time, she met James Bond on a plane."
"And he told her she was pretty."
Freya Lake would even admit, "One time, she punched me in the face. It was awesome!"
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