Night Witch here! Like my sister said, this chapter we'll be switching over to Henrietta's view point and meeting hers and Karen's roommates. They're going to be just as bad as Seymour! Yay! Thanks for all the love you've been sending us!

Chapter Three – Hating This

Henrietta's POV

I heard the boys hiss and groan as they stepped into their room, and a second later it was mirrored by Karen and me. If it were any more bright and yellow in here, I would become blind. Karen stumbled forward and quickly closed the curtains so we could actually look around without hurting our eyes.

"Looks like we're the first ones here," I noted, seeing the totally empty room.

"This room sucks," Karen stated, looking around with an annoyed expression on her face. "If it were any brighter in here, you'd be able to see it from space."

"I know, right?" I sighed. "I'm going to see if there's a place selling black paint so we can redecorate this place as soon as possible."

"Will they let us do that?" Karen wondered, turning towards me. I gave her a look.

"Do we care?" I replied.

"Oh, right," she said before thinking for a moment. "Maybe if we get caught they'll kick us out and we can get out of here faster." I smirked at her.

"See, now you're thinking like a trouble maker," I told her proudly.

We set to work unpacking our stuff. Karen only had one bag with all of her stuff in it, while the rest of us had at least two. So, she basically finished unpacking long before I did. Besides her clothes, the only thing Karen had brought with her was a doll her brother had bought for her around six years ago. It wasn't even sort of goth for her to keep it, but we didn't judge her for it. It must be a family thing or something.

I was almost finished unpacking all of my stuff while arguing with Karen over who got the bed in the corner, when a sudden shriek from the doorway distracted us. Flinching, we turned to see a skinny girl with tan skin, pale blue eyes and long, dirty blonde hair standing at the doorway with at least four suitcases and a huge, excited grin on her face. Her perfectly straight hair was in long pigtails, and everything she was wearing, from her tank top, to her skirt, to her leggings and shoes, was pink.

"OMG!" she squeaked in an excited voice, making us both flinch again. "You must be my new roommates! Look how cute you are! I'm so excited to meet you! My name is Mimi, by the way! What's yours?"

She spoke rather fast and was bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly. I tried not to groan. Of course, our new roommate would be a preppy conformist. And the worst kind at that. Karen looked equally as disgusted by her as I was.

"I'm Henrietta and this is Karen," I told her, not wanting her to know our names, but knowing she was going to figure them out eventually. She didn't look bothered my tone of voice, or the looks on our faces.

"Oh my gosh! You two are goths, aren't you?" she gasped excitedly. "Or emos! I can't really tell the diff! But your outfits are so cute on you!"

I growled angrily at her. "We're goths," I snapped. "If you call us emo again, I will hurt you." I raised a fist to her face to drive in my point. She raised her hands defensively, still smiling that annoying, preppy smile.

"Ok!" she replied, unfazed by my hostility. "Oh, I just know all three of us are just going to be the best of friends! We'll have so much fun together, I just know it!"

"I doubt it," Karen grumbled, rolling her eyes.

I finished unpacking, letting Karen take the corner bed, and sat down to watch with disinterest as our new roommate started stuffing her clothes into a drawer and chattering excitedly. I was trying not to puke just being around this girl, there was no way I would ever hang out with her willingly.

As she was freaking out, going back and forth over which of the last two beds she wanted, I noticed movement at the door and turned my head in time to see a second girl walk into our room. If I had to describe her in one sentence, it would be the bad girl stereotype. She had short hair dyed green, swept to one side of her shaved head, and piercings all along her eyebrows and ears. She wore heavy make-up, tight, leather clothing that revealed too much skin, and high heeled boots. Fishnet stockings covered her legs, and both of her arms were covered in tattoos. She had a look on her face that was a cross between bored and annoyed.

"Great," she snarled sarcastically. "Could this room get any more girly? It feels like I'm walking into the sun!" Mimi turned around and quickly ran over to her, holding out a hand.

"Hi!" she greeted. "I'm Mimi! You must be Christina!"

"It's Chris," the new girl corrected, not taking her hand. "People call me Chris if they know what's good for them." Mimi gulped nervously and withdrew her hand, taking a step back to allow her to enter.

"Um, this is Henrietta and Karen," Mimi stated when none of us said anything. "They're goths! Isn't that fun?"

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Chris set her things down on one of the beds and turned to look at us. She barely glanced at Karen, immediately locking her eyes on me instead. She held my gaze for an uncomfortably long moment before looking away. There was something about this girl that made me shudder, but I could tell that she would be the more tolerable of the two. She was already halfway goth.

A rather angry knock on our door startled me out of my thoughts. I glanced over as Chris let out a groan of annoyance and turned to open the door. For some reason, I was surprised to see my friends standing there, and all three of them looked annoyed about something. The Bad Girl stereotype glared down at them.

"What do you want?" she growled. I was pleased that my friends were unimpressed by her hostility, though Michael looked taken aback with how much taller she was than him. Pete ignored her and looked past her at Karen and me.

"Henrietta, did you two see this on your door?" he asked, his voice a slight growl as he held up a piece of paper. I stepped around everything and went over to the door to get a better look at it.

"What is it?" I wondered. He held it out to me, too disgusted to speak. Karen appeared by my side as I snatched the paper out of Pete's hand and read it over. We both let out cries of outrage. "We have to get school uniforms?" I snarled. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"I know, right?" Firkle growled. "No wonder why our parents wanted to send us here! They wanted to turn us into conformists, right down to our clothes!"

"I'm sorry, who are you three?" Mimi asked curiously. We all ignored her.

"Where did you get this, anyway?" Karen wondered, taking the paper from my hand and reading it over once more, as if she couldn't believe that it was real.

"It was on our door," Michael answered, shaking his head in despair. "I guess we didn't notice it because we were too busy with other shit before." I glanced at our own door and saw that there was indeed a paper taped just under our names. It was a different color paper, but otherwise exactly the same. I let out a groan of annoyance.

"Could this school get any worse?" I sighed.

"Come on, it's not that bad!" Mimi piped in. "The school uniforms are actually quite cute! And they're not expensive either! And they come in different colors!"

"We're goths," Pete snarled at her. "We don't do cute."

"We were going to go down and see if they had anything in black," Michael told us, ignoring him. "And if they didn't, we were just going to try setting all of the uniforms on fire."

"Did you want to come?" Firkle added.

Karen and I exchanged a glance before turning back to our boys. "Yeah, sure, why not," Karen answered after a moment. "We can get black spray paint while we're out."

I grabbed my purse (which was black, of course) and we quickly started towards the door. Unfortunately, Mimi hopped off her bed and followed me over to my friends.

"Can I go with you?" she asked excitedly. "I need to pick out my outfit before you burn everything down!" I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Fine," I growled. Before we could move, Chris was also standing beside me.

"I'm coming too," she stated.

"I don't care," I snapped, following my friends out the door. Neither girl reacted to my hostility and just calmly followed us out the door and down the hallway. Firkle had already taken the lead, holding a map of the campus out in front of him, grumbling angrily under his breath.

It took me a moment to realize there was someone else following us as well, and I leaned forward to tap Pete on the shoulder.

"Who's the dork?" I asked, pointing at him. Pete let out an annoyed sigh.

"Our roommate," he replied, not bothering to lower his voice. "He's a nerd stereotype. Unfortunately." I gave him a sympathetic glance. I couldn't tell what was worse, the nerd or the girly-girl. I remember them saying that their roommate's name was Seymour, but I don't think I was going to recall his name at all after this.

I noticed Seymour staring wide-eyed at me and I turned to glare at him. His eyes widened even further. He awkwardly pointed at me.

"Pretty…!" he said slowly. I let out a growl and slapped him across the face. "I deserved that," he mumbled when he managed to climb to his feet.

We continued on in silence for a while. It was the first week of September, so the weather couldn't decide if it wanted to be hot or cold, but I pressed against Pete's side anyway. I didn't like how close Mimi and Chris were to me. I didn't know what it was about girly-girl stereotypes that didn't know the meaning of personal space, but it annoyed the hell out of me.

"Where is the place where we're supposed to get these fucking uniforms anyway?" Karen asked, quickening her pace to walk next to Firkle. I tried to hold in a laugh as I saw Firkle get visibly flustered as she pressed gently against his side.

"Um, the school store is across campus," Firkle said after a moment.

"Of course, it is," Michael sighed, rolling his eyes. "Because it would be convenient if the school store was right next to the dorm rooms."

"God, this place is lame," I snarled.

It didn't take us too long to reach the campus store, thank god. The way Chris was leering at me was starting to creep me out, and I wanted to get away from her as fast as possible. The school store was rather large, and annoyingly brightly colored. It was already rather crowded with new students and parents who hadn't abandoned them the first chance they got.

Almost immediately, Seymour was running off towards the back where all the textbooks and nerdy stuff was sitting. Mimi was happily skipping off towards the clothing section, and Chris walked over to the housekeeping aisle. I looped my arm through Pete's and pressed close to him. The last thing we wanted was to get separated in this crowd of conformists.

Firkle looked over at the rest of us with an apprehensive look on his face. "So, should we go see if they have anything in black, or-?" He didn't get to finish his thought, however, because at that moment a tall, muscular guy in a black, leather jacket rudely shoved our friend over in an attempt to get past us. Firkle went falling to the floor.

"Hey!" Michael snarled. "Watch where you're going, asshole!"

The guy turned around and glared at us and I could see that he was a 1950's bad boy stereotype. He had the greased back hair, the indoor shades, the stupid leather jacket, a toothpick jutting between his teeth, and an obnoxious belt. I could tell that this guy was a douche in every sense of the word.

"Rider doesn't watch where he's going," the guy growled. "Rider goes where he wants."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged. "And who's Rider?" He jammed a thumb at himself.

"This is Rider," he replied. We all rolled our eyes.

"Oh great," Pete muttered under his breath. "And he talks in the third person. What an asshole." I nodded in agreement. Karen was already on her knees to help Firkle to his feet. As soon as Firkle was standing again, he walked over to the greaser stereotype and angrily kicked him in the shin. The guy grabbed his leg in pain and glared down at him as I quickly grabbed Firkle and pulled him out of the greaser's reach.

"Come on," Michael said. "Let's go and see these so-called uniforms." He took off towards the same direction Mimi had gone and the rest of us followed him, ignoring that guy Rider as he glared after us.

Mimi (and yes, her name was obnoxious, thank you) was standing around the clothes section with arms folded impatiently, waiting for us. She was surrounded by the same blazer and shirt, they all came in a rainbow of colors. Unfortunately, two of the colors you could pick from were black and dark gray, so I guess we could hold off on burning the place down. For now.

"They got lucky this time," I growled under my breath, casting an uninterested eye over the selections.

"What's the point of uniforms if they're just going to come in different colors, anyway?" Michael wondered, looking at the uniforms with disgust. "It's like they want us to hate them!"

"At least they don't only come in bright primary colors," Pete growled.

"Can we just hurry up and buy these?" Firkle asked. "My eyes are starting to hurt from how bright it is in here."

We all grabbed something in black, ignoring Karen's protests when we said we would pay for hers, and I turned to see Mimi walking up with her own uniform. I let out a groan of annoyance when I saw what color she had picked.

"Please tell me you're not getting yours in pink," I groaned. She smiled sweetly.

"Yes, I am!" she replied. "Pink is my favorite color!"

"Of course, it is," I muttered, rolling my eyes. I was going to have to be seen with this girl. My only hope was that she wasn't in any of my classes so people wouldn't think we were friends. Lord knows what I would do if people associated me with her.

"Come on, let's get out of here already," Firkle whined, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Fine," Michael sighed, leading the way towards the check out. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the bad boy stereotype, Rider, was glaring at us and I rolled my eyes. This school was getting on my nerves already and class hadn't even started yet. I could barely last the first day, I had no idea how I was going survive the rest of the year.

"I'll tell you one thing," I said to Pete as we were leaving (not bothering to wait for our other two roommates). "When we get back to South Park, my parents are so dead for making us come here!"

I honestly had no idea how to end this chapter, so I'm just going to end it right there. My sister has the next chapter, so look forward to that. We'll get to see just how bad this boarding school is and how annoying their fellow classmates will be.

Hopefully you didn't find this chapter too boring or rushed. I really had no idea what I was going to do with this chapter. Like, at all. I only knew that Henrietta was going to be narrating it. Hopefully Weston will come up with something better next chapter.