Since she was younger, Zoë had been forced to attend tea with her mum and Aunt Millicent whenever the insufferable woman was in town. She never liked the woman, even when she was younger. What was even more excruciating about the experience, the teas would always go the same way.
Her mum and her would go to the café that down the street from the flat, sit at the table in the front left corner that was meant for four and order afternoon tea for three. Zoë would always spot the same sleek, black limo pull up into a parking space, and out would step a woman who would more plastic-y in the face then the time before.
There had been one time, though, that her mother had ordered tea for four rather than three. That was the one time Zoë had met her cousin Rosë. She had watched her aunt step out of her limo, and then watched in shock as a girly, tall girl with light brown hair followed the vain, plastic woman she called aunt.
Rosë had been sweet, slightly less innocent than her appearance suggested, and had been more accepting of Zoë's dark personality than anyone else in their family ever had. She had immediately taken a liking to her cousin, despite the girl's predilection for looking somewhat like a young girl's doll. Zoë had made a promise-but-not-really-a-promise that she'd look out for the girl whenever she was around. The girl wasn't around much, though.
It was at this moment in time, as Zoë sat up out of her coffin that had been installed in her and her friends' car that she saw the same sleek black limo that belonged to her aunt driving uncharacteristically fast down St. Trinian's drive, causing girls to have to all but dive out of the way. When it reached the front of the school, a woman who looked to be completely made of plastic in the face and was slightly orange tinged stepped out of the vehicle, Aunt Millicent. She looked up at the school building and pursed her lips in contempt before looking around at the girls who were hanging outside exchanging hellos with their friends. She sneered in disgust and then stormed into the school. Zoë sneered.
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*Earlier that day…*
…The girl who had been fighting Michael watched in confusion as he crumpled to the ground. Her brown eyes met Rosë's blue ones in astonishment. A few seconds later, the girl stood and straightened her clothes out.
"I- I- I'm calling the police!" the waitress exclaimed with trepidation.
The girl turned to Rosë, "We behttah geh owt ov 'ere."
Rosë nodded in agreement as she placed her shoe back on her bare foot. As soon as her shoe was securely on her foot, she and the girl were running out of the café. They took off down the street, pushing past men, women, and children alike, shortly losing each other as they did so.…
Rosë blinked away the memory of what happened at the café after she had hit Michael over the head with her shoe. "Oi! Hansen!" Verity Thwaites called obnoxiously down the hall.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Bagstock wants to see you," The blonde furrowed her brow, but nodded and headed towards the Headmistress' office.
"Now, Miss Bagstock," the nasally voice of Millicent was heard through the door, "I'm sure you're mistaken."
"I'm afraid not, Millicent." Miss Bagstock sighed, and she could just imagine the woman rubbing her temples. She knocked on the door then. "Come in!"
She opened the door slowly, and caught her mother old friend's furious glare when she stepped into the headmistress' office. "Ah, Rosë," Miss Bagstock said sitting up straighter, "Take a seat." The woman folded her hands on her desk.
"Rosë, dear, Miss Bagstock tells me you set off a bomb in the dormitories?" Rosë could tell Millicent was trying not to yell, because the woman's voice had gotten shriller.
Rosë's guardian was a natural pretty once, but now the woman's nose was too thin, and her face too taught. She always had unnaturally thin eyebrows that she colored a dark brown each morning, and bright, ruby red lipstick stained her lips and the tea cup she had been sipping out of. "Would you explain to her that she must be mistaken?" She all but hissed at her.
"I know how much it means to you that she attends this school, Millicent," Miss Baggstock told Rosë's guardian, "But I'm afraid the security cameras speak for themselves. There's no way we'll be able to get her out of this one."
"But Peggy–" Rosë's guardian protested.
"I'm sorry, Millicent," Miss Bagstock cut Millicent off, "There's nothing else that I can do." Bagstock opened Rosë's permanent file that would follow her to her next school, uncapped her fountain pen, and in quick motions, wrote a note that she caught ending in 'was therefore EXPELLED from Cheltenham Ladies College.'
Rosë heaved a sigh of relief, she was finally done with this place.
…
"We're almost there, miss." Their driver spoke to Millicent. The woman, whose face was always pinched in a way that made her look like she was constantly smelling something bad, nodded her head sharply in reply.
Rosë just took a deep breath and kept telling herself that she was going to be away from the woman soon.
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St. Trinian's wasn't an extremely expensive school, but it was by no means a cheap one either. Even though their fees were lower than some schools, it was still a surprise when a woman stormed into the headmistress' office and announced that she didn't care the price.
Elsewhere in the school, the Geeks sat at their computers hooked up to the CCTV. Most of the other girls in the dorm were huddled around them watching the obviously spray-tanned and plastic surgery-ed woman that had stormed into their school. "I don't care the fees," the woman snapped.
"Are you sure about that, dearie?" Miss Fritton asked calmly, her cool expression matching the woman's angry one. They stared, seeing which one would back down first.
"Fine," the woman spat in a false sugary sweet tone giving in, "What are the fees?"
"Five thousand," Miss Fritton told the fuming woman.
"Easy," the woman growled out. She whipped out a check book and a pen, scribbled out the required information and passed it to the headmistress.
"Zoom in on that," a Posh Totty swatted Lucy, head geek, on the shoulder as she pointed at the check. The head geek did as asked and everyone's jaw dropped. It was a single check written for 5,000 pounds.
"Oh. My. God," the Posh Totties in the room spoke slowly and mimed the words as they did so. The woman slid the check over to Miss Fritton.
"She's loaded," Daisy, an Eco, remarked in astonishment.
"I wuhnda' whaht duh kihd's like," Jess, a Rude Girl, commented.
Lucy switched their view to the view of outside and found the sleek black limo that had driven up the drive moments ago. The woman that had been in Miss Fritton's office was already storming out of the school and over to it. She walked over to the boot and pulled out three old fashion trunks, and placed them carefully on the ground.
Little of the same treatment was given to her daughter. She reached into the limo and roughly pulled the girl out by her upper arm. She flung the girl over by her things and then angrily slid into the limo. After that the feed turned to snow. "What?" Lucy exclaimed angrily tapping a few keys.
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"Oh. My. God." Chelsea and her friends mimed as they spoke it. They stood staring at the sleek, black limousine that was parked in front of the school entrance.
"Whose do you think it is?" Saffy gushed.
"I don't know," Bella replied giddily. "Maybe a princess?" She pondered
"Or a dutchess?" Saffy added.
"Or an heiress to a wealthy business." Chelsea added. The three of them clapped giddily in anticipation. When they finished their gushing the door flung open and the three girls scurried back to their mini-coops, now scared of who was going to come out.
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"Good. Luck." The woman spat out, "Ungrateful little slut," Millicent grumbled as she quickly slammed the family limo's door and ordered Roger to drive away quickly. Rosë sighed gratefully, she was finally done with that woman until summer.
A/N: I came up with a different way for this story to go, and so i had to replace this chapter with this one. I hope you like it.