RockNRoll (Daddy) High School

New Hell

I managed being expelled one month after the school year began, dad laughed when they called informing him of my "defiance" problems. He agreed, that school was full of ignorant imbeciles, but I still had to finish my senior year. And that's how I ended up here, in Churchill Private High School for girls.
"I'm paying them to teach you something, you make sure they do. Don't allow professors treat you inferior and..."
"...And if someone pisses me off I'll kick their ass, I know dad. I've only been doing this twelve years."
"Yeah, I've taught you well. Have a good day then, or try to anyway."
"I will, thanks" I reply closing the car's door to face this new form of hell.

The chilly October wind brushes against my legs causing me to shiver, this is so stupid, why do we have to wear skirts? Why do we have to wear uniform for that matter?! We're not five year olds. Oh right, this school is for "problematic" girls, pft as if clothes changed a thing, someone gives me a dirty look and I will beat them up, regardless of their attire.

"Good Morning" interrupts a fine-looking lad standing at the entrance, he's no older than 30, goddamn, and I was worried about this school not having guys. Who needs more when we have this daddy.
"Good Morning, I'm a new student."
"Yeah, hadn't seen you before. I'm Mister Vanian, the hall supervisor, you are?"
"Candy" I say shaking his pale hand, he has shoulder-length black hair with a white strand and wears a white ruffled shirt that makes him look like he came out of a movie, he could be the vampire or the hero. Either way I want him to take a lead in my movie.
"Candy, lovely name, you'll see me here every morning making sure you get to class on time." He winks.
"Thats a nice way to start off my days" I reply, "but I don't know my classes yet."
"Right, go see Kosmo over at the desk, he should help you with that."
"Thank you Mister Vanian" I smile at him flirtatiously as I walk away.

Once I actually focus on my surroundings I notice that this place is quite nice and fancy. Anyway, back to business.
"Uh hi I'm new and I was wondering, where do I get my classes?" I ask the guy sitting at the desk on the main office, he looks up
"You must be Candy, I spoke with your dad this morning, quite the character he is."
I frown a little, he continues, "Welcome, this is your schedule." He hands me a paper.
"Thanks Kosmo" I say looking down at it.
"Mr.V" he corrects me, I face him, "I thought that was the hall supervisor?"
"No that's Mr.Vanian."
"Whatever."
He laughs, "Yeah, whatever. Just don't use that attitude around Mr.Jones"
"Ah Mr.Jones, the famous strict ass-tight principal? I'm not afraid of him"
Someone standing behind me clears their throat interrupting us, Kosmo and I notice the elegant man with orange-like slicked back hair standing by me. With an affirmative tone and serious face he tells me "the bell just rang, you better get to class." I walk out the office wondering if that was Mr.Jones, thinking how there's something odd about him, something I didn't have enough time to pin point.

...My schedule says I have Spanish first?! What the hell? I took Spanish before so it must be a mistake, I'll clear it up with the professor...Mr.Strummer? What kind of stupid name is that?