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"She always looks fierce, she always wins Spring Fling Queen," Trickler explained, who was still talking about the Queen Bee of the Plastics: Nimueh Isle.
"Who cares!" Elena exclaimed, pushing Trickler slightly.
"I care!" he replied. He turned to Morgana. "Every year the year 11s throw this dance for the year 10s called the Spring Fling! And whosoever is elected the Spring Fling King and Queen automatically becomes the Head of the students' activities committee." He turned to Elena and put his right hand on her left shoulder. "And since I am an active member of the students' activities committee, I would say yeah: I care!" Elena smirked.
She looked up at Trickler whilst saying, "Wow Trickler, you've truly outgayed yourself!" Morgana giggled and Trickler hit Elena's hair. "Here," Elena said, giving Morgana a map of sorts. "This map is going to be your guide to Camelot High. Now, where you sit at the dining hall is crucial because you got everybody there. You got your year 9s, year 11s, the year 7s and 8s have a separate dining hall by the way, then there are police cadets, football players, Mathletes, science nerds..."
Morgana looked around the dining hall. "Cool Druids, The Knights of the Round Table, Unfriendly Black Hotties, Girls Who Eat Their Feelings, Girls Who Don't Eat Anything, Desperate Wannabes, Burnouts, Sexually Active Band Geeks, The Greatest People You Will Ever Meet, and The Worst. Beware of the Plastics," she finished. Morgana walked towards Elena and Trickler's table but a guy walked up to her just when she was next to the Plastics' table.
"Hey, we're doing a lunchtime survey of new students. Can you answer a few questions?" he asked.
"Okay," she replied.
"Is your muffin buttered?" he asked. The guys on a nearby table started laughing. Morgana stared at him confused.
"What?" she asked, completely lost. The guy laughed along with them. The plastics glared at him.
"Would you like us to assign someone to butter your muffin?"
"My what?" she asked again. Nimueh rolled her eyes.
"Is he bothering you?" she asked Morgana. She then looked at the guy. "Valiant, why are you such a skeeze?"
"I'm just being friendly," he replied. Sophia scoffed.
"You were supposed to call me last night!" she complained. Nimueh swished her fine brown hair. Morgause watched.
"Valiant. You do not come to a party at my house with Sophia and then scam on some poor innocent girl right in front of us three days later. She's not interested!" Nimueh said. "Do you wanna have sex with him?" she asked Morgana.
"Uhh, no thanks..." Morgana answered awkwardly. Valiant's grin vanished as he faced rejection for the first time. Some guys sniggered.
"Good, so it's settled. So you can go and shave your back now! Bye Valiant!" Nimueh finished, giving Valiant a sweet smile. He sighed, defeated and walked away.
"Bitch!" he mumbled. Morgana continued to walk back to Elena and Trickler.
"Wait, sit down," Nimueh offered sweetly, pointing at the chair opposite her. Morgana was taken aback by shock. She shot a glance towards her friends. Elena motioned Morgana to go to them. "Seriously sit down," Nimueh repeated. Well, more like ordered. Morgana sat down at the seat opposite Nimueh Isle. "Why don't I know you?" she asked with a smile.
"I'm new. I just moved here from Cornwall," Morgana answered confidently.
"What?" Nimueh said.
"I used to be homeschooled..." Morgana replied.
"Wait what!" Nimueh repeated astounded. Morgana winced. How could she not know what home-schooling was?
"My mum taught me at home..."
"No, no, I know what home school is; I'm not retarded. So you've never actually been to a real school before?" Morgana straightened her lips and shook her head. "Shut up," Nimueh exclaimed, exchanging looks with Sophia. Morgana looked at Sophia, shrugged and kept a straight face. "Shut up!" Nimueh repeated.
"I didn't say anything..." Morgana said nervously and awkwardly. Nimueh took no notice of this and continued to talk.
"Home schooled," Nimueh mused, sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms. "That's really interesting," she said nodding.
"Thanks," Morgana replied.
"But you're like really pretty," Nimueh complimented out of nowhere.
"Thank you!" Morgana said laughing.
"So you agree?" Nimueh asked.
"What?" Morgana was confused.
"You think you're really pretty?" Nimueh asked.
"Oh, I don't know..." Morgana answered.
"Oh my God, I love your bracelet," Nimueh chimed, leaning forward and grabbing Morgana's wrist. "Where did you get it?" she asked before sitting back again.
"Oh, my mum made it for me," Morgana answered laughing nervously.
"It's adorable!" Nimueh exclaimed.
"So fetch!" Sophia added.
"What is fetch?" Nimueh asked, raising her voice.
"Oh, it's a new slang word..." Sophia answered. Nimueh rolled her eyes. Morgause creased her forehead thinking deeply about something.
"My sister's name is Morgana!" Morgause blurted out. "Is it you?" Morgana was about to reply but Sophia cut her off.
"Oh my God Morgause! You can't just ask people if they're your sister just because they have the same name!" Sophia lectured.
"Could you give us some privacy for like one second?" Nimueh asked sweetly with a wink.
"Yeah sure," Morgana replied. She looked at Elena and Trickler who mouthed 'What are you doing?' across the dining hall.
"Sophia, invite her to lunch for the rest of the week. She could be our fourth Plastic!" Nimueh whispered to Sophia. She turned to Morgause.
"We're inviting her to lunch for the rest of the week!" she whispered. Morgause nodded and smiled.
"Alright, you should just know that we don't do this a lot so this is like a really big deal," Nimueh stated. Morgana nodded and smiled.
"We wanna invite you to have lunch with us everyday for the rest of the week," Sophia chirped, glancing at Nimueh and Morgause then at Morgana. Morgana's face fell.
"Oh... It's okay-" she began but got interrupted by Nimueh.
"Coolness. So we'll see you tomorrow!" Nimueh finished. Morgana looked at Morgause.
"On Wednesdays we wear pink!" Morgause added.
"Oh my God! Okay, you have to do it! Okay? And then you have to tell me all the horrible things that Nimueh says!" Elena exclaimed.
"Nimueh seems sweet!" Morgana said. Elena's face turned into one of disgust.
"Nimueh Isle is not sweet! She's a scum sucking road whore; she ruined my life!" Elena exclaimed with immense passion.
"She's fabulous but she's evil!" Trickler added, coming out of a cubicle.
"Hey, get outta here!" a tall brunette ordered.
"Oh my god Mithian Nemeth, I love your work!" Trickler screamed, like a crazy fan girl. He chased Mithian out of the girls' toilets. Elena and Morgana watched him and then resumed their conversation.
"Why do you hate her?" Morgana asked. Elena glanced from Trickler to Morgana.
"What do you mean?" Elena asked quickly.
"Nimueh. You seem to really hate her!" Morgana exclaimed.
"Yes. What's your question?" Elena asked.
"Well, my question is why?" Morgana said.
"Nimueh started this rumour that Elena was a le-" Trickler started.
"Trickler! Shall we not?" Elena shrieked. Trickler gave her a weird look. Elena looked back at Morgana. "Look, this isn't about hating her. It's just that I think it would be a fun little experiment if you were to hang out with them and then tell us everything that they say," she explained.
"What do we talk about?" Morgana asked. Elena sighed.
"Hair products!" Elena exclaimed.
"The Disir," Trickler suggested.
"Is that a band?" Morgana asked.
"Would you just do it? Please?" Elena snapped, annoyed and irritated.
"OK, fine..." Morgana replied. "Do you have anything pink?" she asked.
"No!" Elena shouted at the same time Trickler shouted out, "Yes!"
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