The Magic Sisterhood

An Artist, a Princess, and a Blogger walk into a Canteen...

 "Hello, B14, I'm really excited to have you all as my cooking class this year. To start things off, I would like everyone to pass this ball around the class and introduce themselves," the teacher, Mr Friars, smiled. Clare groaned.  I have nothing interesting to say about myself, why can't I just live in Twilight land, I'm even blander and uglier than Bella Swan, I bet people would double love me there.

 "Something the matter?" Tammy asked, turning to Clare.

 "I have no interesting information to share."

 "Ugh, neither do I. Everyone here knows me. I think I'll just lie or something. What's better? "I have seven pet tortoises" or "I did a car commercial, in Japan?"

 "Hey, Tammy..." a girl approached the desk and sat next to the brunette in question. She had coco coloured skin and black hair. Her eyes were wide but still seemed somewhat letharginc. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun as well. "Who's that?" she half-asked half-yawned.

 "Did you stay up painting all night again?"

 "I was overcome by the muses. Anyway, answer my question," she urged.

 "This is Clare, she's new."

 "Hello Clare, who is new. I'm Rhiannon, who is not new."

 "Hi there, Rhiannon."

 Clare held out her hand in order to shake Rhiannon's hand but was incidentally left hanging. When she looked up she realised that Rhiannon had, in fact, fell asleep at her desk. Tammy giggled and poked her friend with her sparkly pink ruler but the artist simply slumbered on. 

 Then a red bouncy ball hit Rhiannon on the head. She woke with a start, and she must have jolted a lot more than Clare had noticed as the whole table shook, it even knocked off her 'Avengers' pencil case. The class laughed and Rhiannon mumbled something incoherent under her breath.

 "Um, my name is Rhiannon Miller, and I paint, a lot," she muttered slightly before sitting down almost instantaneously. Rhiannon's face twisted in embarassed pain before she rolled the ball over to Tammy.

 "My name is Jessica Biel, and I'm actually an alien," Tammy said quickly before thrusting the ball into Clare's hands. Clare's eyes went wide, then her pupils shook erratically as she stared at the ball.

 "My name is Clare Jones, and.... and I want to join... the... Recon Corps and kill as many titans... as I can, sir!" she yelled before throwing the ball in someone elses general direction and sitting down in a hurry. The class stared at the table, eyes wide and somewhat gormless.

 "Shit," Clare hissed uner her breath.

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After, many embarassing lessons of embarassing introductions and awkward cock-ups on Clare's behalf: Rhiannon, Tammy, and Clare entered the canteen. Clare was hoping to get something nice to eat like in the posh school she attended in London. The all of a sudden she was confronted with...

 "We've got lasagne or a beans and cheese baguette," the croaky voiced dinner woman croned. That doesn't even look like real cheese and certainly doesn't smell like it either.

 "Uh, lasagne, please?" Clare muttered. A greyish slop was plopped on a plastic red tray, a revolting mush of processed crap. Then it was passed to Clare. Clare stared at her plate in shock. Then she felt something hit her.

 "What the hell?" Clare shouted. She was not in the school canteen anymore, she was on a long road in a dark street, lit by only a few flickering street lamps that swept the luminescent stain of light on the roadside.

 "Toto, I don't think we're in Ashgrove," she whispered to herself. Shoving her hands in her pockets she followed the street lamps. The streets became more dishevelled as she walked, the roads were cracked. The further she travelled the further down the cracks went. They were wider until they finally became a deep chasm in the earth's crust and the lava lit the way not the street lamps. It was a London episode for sure.

 After a long amount of weary footsteps, Clare came to the end of walkable ground. Where she stood she saw that there many chasms blemishing the ground, all around one epicentre. Each chasm filled with lava, but coloured differently. Some spokes were blue, others pink, some green, some gold, and others red. In the middle was a perfect circle of tarmac and someone stood in the middle. They were illuminated by the coloured spokes and their features were washed away. They turned around.

 Slam.

 "Watch were you're fucking going!"

 She was back in the canteen. The students were staring at her and she realised that less than a second had passed. Then she turned towards the source of the throaty growl that had been thrown her way. A tall redheaded girl leered down at her. The redhead had her hair tied back and her brown eyes were fierce as a fire. Clare could see from her arms, uncovered by her pushed back sleeves, that she was wrapped in a layer of muscles. But all that wasn't quite as wet-yourself-scary as the animalistic growl on her lips.

 "Serena, calm down!" Tammy popped up behind the redhead, Rhiannon had trailed along too. She clutched her sketchpad to her chest.

 "Tammy?" Serena turned around and faced the brunette girl.

 "Serena, are you feeling okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

 "Whatever," the redhead mumbled before walking off.

 "I worry about her sometimes," Tammy sighed before turning around to Clare, who was still shaking and confused. "Are you okay? You seem kind of shaken."

 "I-I'm fine, I just got distracted by something," Clare replied. She looked down realising that the "lasagne" had been dropped and her white shirt was stained. "Oh, great, my mum's going to kill me over this."

 "No, wait!" Rhiannon said before sitting down at the nearest bench and rifling through her bag. Her eyes lit up and a great smile flashed upon her lips before she pulled out a small plastic bag with a white shirt inside it.

 "I always carry a spare shirt with me in case I get paint on the one that I'm wearing. I hate having dirty clothes I can only concentrate on the stains, it's so annoying."

 "Oh, wow, thanks, Rhiannon," Clare replied gingerly.

 "Don't worry about it, we're... friends."

 Tammy and Rhiannon smiled at Clare and a little feeling ran through Clare's chest before cracked a nervous smile back. "We're friends."