Through Her Lives

Morgandy

England, 2018

Every girl remembered that day. It was the moment everything changed, a new era dawned on the girls boarding school. The new girl had arrived.

There was no part of Morgandy's body that went unscrutinised. No movement or mannerism that was noticed by the conservative boarding school girls. From the moment cuffed, spiked and chained black stilettos stepped out of a black Rolls Royce, she had their attention and held it from then on. Whispers rippled through the crowd of girls growing larger by the second. At the very back, the head mistress struggled to get through as she overhead various disjointed rumours and gossip. 

Morgandy on the other hand, was not paying attention to the flow of rumours around her and took in her new home. A huge school built in an old English theme: large boxed hedges closing the school off to onlookers, large white roses leading to the front door, stone statues placed on either side of the front steps and long sweeping lines leading to the balustrades. Not one bit of it amazed her and quite quickly her attention was turned to her phone.

           "Get off that thing and be polite, you are lucky to even be here." A gruff voice spoke quietly but angrily in her ear while firmly gripping her arm. Quickly pocketing the phone before her father got a chance to grab it, Morgandy walked over to the crowd. The air around her was filled with calm confidence and she walked with a slight sway of her hips that seemed almost cocky. The head mistress having finally burst through the pack, had made her way over to where Morgandy was standing.  Eyes wide as she looked over Morgandy, astonishment and disgust bursting through her prim and proper facade. Morgandy smirked, that was the planned reaction and the reaction was no different to those of all adults she met. From her high heels she continued the theme with ripped and stone washed jeans, an equally ripped crop top and leather jacket, complete with spiked leather bracelets and an uncountable number of piercings.

Her hair, however, was the primary focus of most of the outrage. Naturally black, she had gotten her hair partially dyed blonde. She had swept it to one side showing off her undercut with several long thin plaits running through it. It was full of texture and volume and looked as though she hadn't washed it in weeks. 

"You must be Miss Krosland." The head mistress bristled and almost stuttered, clearly uncomfortable with new student in front of her. It was uncommon to have such an unusual addition throughout the school year at Ashby Brymore Grammar. 

"Call me Morgue." Morgandy said with a macabre wink. Her parents had decided boarding school was the only chance she had left to tame her and behaviour and attitudes that didn't align with the family's values. She had ruined too many socially important events for their liking. 

Fat chance.

As the head mistress turned and dismissed the rest of the school off to classes without an introduction to Morgandy, Morgandy tuned out. She started following as her parents and the head mistress walked through the main doors of the school while they introduced themselves in their usual superficial tones, attempting to seem like genuinely nice people. Her mind wandered off to the cold, windy weather which would put a serious dent in her upcoming plans. The head mistress suddenly stopped in the foyer and Morgandy had to grab a nearby table to stop her from running into her back. Her father shot a disapproving look in her direction, but then that could have been his permanent face and she wouldn't have known, they were only around her at social gatherings. Morgandy had always felt detached from her parents and rarely saw them. They claimed to be high profile, their interest in her was non-existent, and the feeling was mutual. Lost in her thoughts, Morgandy hadn't realised she was the one being spoken to, nor did she notice the new addition to the group. Standing next to the head mistress was a girl that looked about seventeen had joined them and was looking expectantly at her.