New Girl At Winona Hall

"This is pathetic," I said, waiting at baggage claim.

"Michelle, this is for your own good," Steve Torres, my father, said, picking up the black luggage bag from the claim.

"How?!"

I don't understand. I didn't do anything.

"Mitchie, don't yell we're in public," he said.

"Dad, I can't believe you're shipping me out of the country to get rid of me. I thought you'd at least have the decency to send me with mom or something," I said as we exited the terminal.

"This was your mother's idea," he said, raising his hand to hail a taxi.

I grabbed his arm and pulled it down.

"Dad, don't do this. I can't go to some boarding school. Can't I just come with you to France," I pleaded.

"Mitchie...You know if I could I would. But this is business," he said, hailing a taxi.

"Please...it's not to late. We can hop back on the plane and go home. Don't make me go," I begged.

He handed me my bag as a cab stopped abruptly in front of us.

"Dad," I said, "You can't do this,"

He opened the door of the cab and motioned to the inside, "Have a nice trip,"

I threw my hands in the air as a sign of slight defeat and got in the cab, "You are so going to regret this,"

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Winona Hall Academy.

"This is a complete joke," I whispered as I flipped through the pamphlet my dad had slipped in my bag.

How could they do this to me?

I fingered through more pages of the pamphlet. Boarding school. A boarding school?! This is low, even for my father. Wait...One bag? For school?! I have one bag of clothes. I looked back down at the paper in my hands. Girls in a heinous red jacket and plaid skirt uniforms. Complete with long socks and penny loafers.

Oh he is so going to regret this as soon as I get back.

I leaned against the cab door and chanted 'This isn't happening' over and over to myself.

Looking out the window, I see that we're in the middle of a beautiful countryside landscape. Hmm, at least the scenery is good. Eventually, the cab is stopping in front of a large brass gate. I payed the cab driver and scramble out of the vehicle. I grab my bag and slam the door shut, then watching the cab speed down the dirt road into the setting sun.

The next thing I know, I'm receiving a packet of papers from the stout secretary in the front office and heading off to Engler Building, my new dorm situated somewhere in the gigantic building. Walking up the stone path up to the brick building, something caught my eye.

Underneath a tree sat a boy. Long raven hair partially covering his eyes, dressed in black slacks and a blue blazer. Scribbling in a notebook after putting down his guitar. He looked completley perfect. The shadows of the sun adding the perfect touch. Icing on the cake.

Completely out of a fantasy...

I watched him as he ran his hands through his hair. A total swoon moment. I slowly began moving his way, determined to talk to the guy with the looks of a god.

Until...

"Hey! New girl," someone called.

I turned to see a blond girl. Her white blouse tied up under her bust. Her red and black plaid skirt hiked up to new heights. Heels instead of the uniformed shoes. And to top it all of, sucking on a red lollipop. Talk about school girl cliché.

"Saw you looking at the dean's kid. I know what you're thinking. Forget about it, he's untouchable. And by the way your dressed I can't tell you he doesn't go for your kind," she said.

Did this girl just call me a slut? I looked down at my dark violet tank top and black skinny jeans. I fiddled with my French braided hair. Wait..

"Excuse me, bottle blond," I said, stepping forward, "I don't fall under your category,"

She fumed, "And you are?"

"Mitchie Torres. Are you going to tell my your name or should I just refer to you as boarding school skank. Or even better blond dike?" I said.

"Well Mitchie," she said, "Just so you know...No one messes with Tess Tyler and-,"

"I think I just did. Tyler,"

"Stay away from Shane. Everyone knows he's mine," Tess hissed.

"I thought you said he doesn't go for sluts," I remarked.

She got closer to me, and I didn't dare to show any sign of weakness my backing off. "Listen up new girl, you've just crossed the wrong person,"

"Good, my job here is done," I said, grabbing my luggage and strutting into Engler Building.

Yup, that's bound to leave that witch with her jaw on the walkway. But whatever. My current mission is to find room two-oh-four. Roaming down the hallways of Engler, self-confidence dropped as I received looks from other girls. That's when it began to sink in, I was the new girl at Winona Hall.

I eventually found my room and slipped in quickly before any other Tess Tyler's decide to engage me in conversation. I walked in to see half of the room decorated in my kind of taste. Band posters, everything from Paramore to the Jonas Brothers, yeah, they're my weakness. An awesome black and white bed spread. I looked over to what I deemed my side. The plain white walls and the dark red luggage bag my dad must have sent earlier. I gazed back over to the awesome side, play jealousy I tell you. So I guess I have a roommate...and we're going to get along. Or not.

The door creaked open and clicked shut, I froze. Initiate panic mode now. What if my roommate doesn't like me? What if she hates my guts like that Tess girl does already?

"Hey! You must be Mitchie," a friendly voice spoke.

I turned and came face to face with a curly haired brunette in her uniform.

"Yeah," I said, nodding.

"Well, I'm Caitlyn. It's nice to meet you," she said.

"Likewise. Well obviously I'm new, so do you mind giving me a basic outline of this place,"

"Sure!" Caitlyn piped, taking me over to her bed and plopping us both down.

Caitlyn Gellar, began a long ramble about the other students, being able to wear normal clothes on weekends, hot guys on campus, and teachers to watch out for. The girl spoke so fast I was barely able to keep up. In the end I turned to nodding my head. But I could tell I would get along with Caitlyn. She has a funky style, is outspoken to a comfortable knot and we're into practically the same things.

Suddenly, she stopped talking.

"Anything else you wanna know?" Caitlyn asked.

"I'm good,"

"Ok then. Wanna go to the lounge and meet some of the other girls?" Caitlyn asked.

"I think I'm just gonna go ahead and get settled in, but I'll meet you there after I'm done, ok?"

"Sure,"

Caityn strode from the her bed and headed towards the door.

I found myself thinking back to the guy under the tree...

"Caitlyn, wait," I said.

She turned on her heel gracefully, "Yeah?"

"What do you know about the dean's son?" I asked.

Caitlyn's face dropped, "You met him?"

"Well, not actually. I saw him when I came in and I was going to go talk to him but some girl named Tess stopped me and yada, yada, yada,"

"Listen Mitchie, Shane Gray dates no one. He's too cool or something," she said rolling her eyes, "You'd just be joining to pack of girls that have a quest of making him theirs; Tess Tyler being the alpha of the pack,"

I stopped listening after: quest of making him theirs and Tess Tyler.

"So Tyler's not going out with him?"

Caitlyn shook her head quickly.

"Well, I guess that makes him fair game doesn't he," I said with a smirk.

Caitlyn smiled and came and threw her arm around me.

"You and me are going to get along just fine," Caitlyn laughed.

Looks like the new girl at Winona Hall Academy is going to be shaking things up.

New story! I'm not so sure about the idea. It's started out as a rehab center in different girls POV's...then a reform school...its been on a crazy road to reach what it is now. I might continue it, if people like it. So how was it?