"Is this a scary story miss?" The twins asked from their seat on the floor. Rosë couldn't help but chuckle alongside her cousin at the question.
"What?" the two girls asked in unison as Chelsea and Co. sat forward, resting their elbows on their knees and their chins on their hands.
"It was a dark and stormy night, and the year is 1589," Ms. Fritton began spinning her tale. "We are sailing on the high seas aboard a gallant, captained by the venous Lord Pomfrey. His cargo is a vast horde of glittering treasure, his destination: the coast of England. He plans to use that treasure to bring down our own great queen, who, hm?"
Everyone sat quietly for a moment, thinking. "Elithabeth the Firth." A first year answered.
"Absolutely right, Jeminima." Ms. Fritton commented. The little girl smiled brightly. "Oh…she plows through the waves, rising and plundering and her timbers creak. The rig slaps against the mantle. When suddenly, out of the black night, swoops a fearsome figure. AVAST!" everyone jumps at the sudden yell. "He cries," Ms. Fritton chuckles at them, "and swinging onto the deck is Pirate Fritton."
"Fritton," Annabelle says, "is that?" she points to herself. Annabelle had two younger years laying on her. One was leaning against part of her chest; the other had her head in her lap. Rosë herself had two second year Totties in Training (she decided not to tell Chelsea what the acronym spelled out, less it embarrasses the poor girl) leaning up against her. She had an arm wrapped around each of them as they buried themselves under the blankets they had wrapped around themselves.
"Yes, dear," Ms. Fritton tells her niece, "our ancestor, Archibald Fritton, handsome sea dog. He boards the ship, over powers the crew, and makes off with the treasure."
"Ooo, tha' ihs gansta," Bianca comments from her seat next to Rosë.
"It kind of is," Ms. Fritton remarked.
"Soh, soh, wha' 'appened tew 'im?" Bianca asks
"Not a hide nor hair was ever heard of him since." Ms. Fritton replied.
"And the treasure?" Zoë asks.
"Well, as the legends goes," Ms. Fritton replied, "like all good pirates he hid the treasure, and made a map. This is no ordinary map, Sienna. He made two rings, and engraved half of the information on each of them." Ms. Fritton grinned.
"And that," Chelsea pointed at the ring Ms. Fritton was holding, "Is one of the rings.
"Why yes." Ms. Fritton slid the ring onto her pinky, "Who would've thought it was sitting here right underneath my very nose."
"So that's half the clue that'll lead us to–" Zoë was cut off.
"A soopah-sized stahsh 'a bleeng," Bianca said.
Chelsea and Co. gripped their hands together and squealed. "Well, if you believe the legend, then yes." Ms. Fritton replied, "But I must warn you. Those who chose to pursue it have been driven to the brink of madness," she paused, "And beyond." Ms. Fritton smiled at them, "Good night girls." She stood and headed towards the door.
Once Ms. Fritton was gone, they scooted closer to the center of the room. "Treasure," the all said imagining what it'd look like.
"All-girl moon team," Lucy muttered whimsically.
"Malibu beach house," Chelsea and Co. voiced.
"If you believe the legend," Zoë, ever the downer, added.
Many of the girls, mostly Chelsea and Co., began hounding Zoë in questions like, "How can you say that?"
"CODE RED! CODE RED!" a younger girl exclaimed form her position in her bed.
"Ohmygosh," Annabelle exclaimed, "intruders!" Everyone began standing form their sitting positions and hurrying around. Someone blew out the candles that had been lit, and everyone slid down the firemen's pole that led to the main floor.
Rosë stood antsy-ly at the end of the line of First years mixing dangerous chemicals just to make sure they didn't hurt themselves. She was ringing her fingers until they were red. "Hey," one of the Totties in Training that had been leaning up against her remarked, "It's going to be ok. We've got this."
Rosë took a deep breath, "I know. This is just giving me anxiety."
"You want my field hockey stick to hold onto?" one of the other First Years asked.
"I'm fine, thank you though." She told the younger girl as another one announced that the buckets of goo were ready. Rosë took one and stood ready to poor it out with the other Posh Totties.
When Chelsea gave the signal with a raise of her eyebrows, she dumped the dangerous chemical on the men that were dressed in all black and giggled with the rest of the girls as they screamed in pain. Moments later they heard eerie singing:
"We are the best;
So screw the rest;
We do as we damn well please.
Until the end,
St. Trinian's,
Defenders of anarchy."
"Let's go watch," Bella remarked and dragged Rosë over to the railing and they watched as a legion of the school's girls started flinging balls filled with powder of some sort that exploded when it hit the men. The men were first hit with strategic rounds of amo, and for a brief moment the men flung the things back at them.
X
Bianca and a few other girls had split off from the group they had been a part of in an attempt to get some of them away from the large group. Now that she was being back into a corner, Bianca was starting to regret doing so. He was getting closer and was about to maul her when there was a thunk. Said thunk was followed by the man's eyes rolling backwards in his head and him crumpling to the ground.
After a moment of staring at the unconscious man's body, Bianca looked up to see who her savior was. Standing there was Rosë with one of her high heels in hand. The girl was seemingly slightly out of breath, and her round lips her opened as she panted, something that Bianca unconsciously stared at for more than was necessary. "Thaanx," Bianca told her while trying to catch her breath.
"No problem," Rosë replied before making a gesture for them to get back to the others.
X
After helping Bianca, her and Rosë made it back to their groups and the St. Trinian's were able to regain ground. Annabelle exclaimed, "Fire at will!", all hell broke loose, and soon, the men were running as fast as they could away.
"Loser! Loser! Loser!" Everyone exclaimed making an 'L' with their fingers. Rosë watched with a smile as the girls yelled after the men tauntingly.
"Why aren't you joining in?" Saffy asked her.
"I–"
"You're a part of the school, Rosë." Chelsea told her, addressing a doubt Rosë had that she was sure she had hidden well. "Like it or not, after tonight especially, you're now a St. Trinian." Rosë's smile brightened and Chelsea dragged her over to the railing and as loud as they could they taunted the school's attackers.
"Loser! Loser! Loser!"
X
Bianca sat on one of the beds in the back of the infirmary, a pack of ice pressed to the back of her head for the bump that was forming because Corpse Kisser had nailed her with her lacrosse stick. Next to her was one of the ecos wrapping someone's burnt up arm. The eco pulled away when she was finished, revealing Rosë. "'ow'd yew manage dat?" Bianca asked, gesturing to the Totty's bandaged arm, not wanting to be sitting in awkward silence.
"Some of that green goo skimmed my arm on its way down." She shrugged, an embarrassed flush tingeing her cheeks. Something Bianca tried not to smirk at, it was kind of cute. Cute? Bianca thought to herself, what the f-?
"And yew waw abuw tew ihgnore ih uhntil naw?" Bianca was astonished.
"I have a high pain tolerance," she muttered, her flush growing.
Bianca scoffed, "Nah shit." They settled into an awkward silence after that. "Soh…'ow'd you know all dat stuff abou' rings?"
"I had to do a project on something through the ages last year for my end of term history exam."
"Why'd ya choose bling?" Bianca asked.
"They were assigned by the teacher." Rosë told her.
Before Bianca could reply the sound of helicopters assaulted their ears and the glass of a window on the ceiling broke, a rope ladder stretching to the floor. Bianca and Rosë screamed, gripping onto each other in fright.
A/N: I am so sorry it's been this long since I've updated, truly guys. It's been a mad house in my life with finals, and Christmas, and everything else in between.
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