Betcha didn't expect that, did ya?

Enemy.... Check.

Nina's P.O.V:

ATM I'm really grouchy as they wake everyone up at 6:30 in the fricken' mornin', SIX FUCKING THIRTY WITH A FUCKING FIRE BELL. There no fuckin need assholes! (BTW I'm not a morning person and I love my sleep, so if you wake me for no reason, you'll be signing you death papers). Apart from that, all is good, I'm wearing my hair in a simple pony tail for now, black denim ripped shorts (not the ones that ride up you ass crack when you walk.... Uugggghhhh grim) and a long sleeved white flowy top that's backless. So yeah I've got my time table, lucky it's a Friday, and I have maths first thing, but first I make my way over to my locker. So hear I am, minding my own business with the my head held high, whilst people stare and gawk, while whispering things like 'omg that's the new girl', or ''oh great another stuck up bully" and other stuff along those lines. Really, people here should learn to never judge a book by its cover, and to take photos, they last longer. So I'm casually making my way to class with people still gawking and I notice, those I assume are the jocks/players.... They're the fake things... They're the academics... And those.... they look normal. maybe this won't be too bad?" Then the leader of the fake things: a real life barbie comes behind me with her caked supply of orange minions (I wonder if they accidentally slept in the sun bed for about a day and a half?.... That's defiantly the reason they're orange, gotta be?) and states, "Hey girls, look It's the new snob, the English alien."

Let's open they're open there eyes, shall we? This will be fun.

So I slowly turn round and casually say "Hi! barbie, I'm surprised to see you here, I thought you would be in aisle 7 in toys 'r' us right now?"

The once silent corridors for barbies outburst Suddenly erupted in laughter, that ladies and gentlemen is how to shut up an annoying barbie. Then I decide it be best for me to be taking my leave so I can go check out this maths class with mr. Haberjam. So I take a bow a walk away smirking. leaving a stunned barbie catching flys with her pie hole and make my way too maths. Serves you right fucker. Making my first enemy..... Check

Tristan's P.O.V

Here I am with a few friends, checking some of these chicks out from Elissa team of volley-ball minions. I'll probably follow one back to their room to relieve the stain on my pants, which I need to do on a regular basis. I refuses to jerk off as I doesn't have the same effect, y'know. but hey I needs to be done. Anyway so there we were, messin' about when we notice that new Brit chick comin' down the hallway from her looker. I'm not gunna lie, she is the definition of a goddess, even better lookin' than Elissa perhaps, and she may be young but I'm sure after a few lessons I bet she'd be great in bed... Shit. There goes my control. Whoops. Now there goes Elissa fumin' because I showed a little interested, and I properly gunna make a sene, this should be entertaining; watching a newbie suffer the wrath of Elissa. Tbh I don't understand, Elissa thinks we're together 'cuse were both popular and I took her on a one night stand, as well as dated her for a year, before my player ways, then realised I should try other girls so we ended because I wanted to explore. Any how Elissa make an insult to this GCSE student, then it backfired when she stood up for herself and totally dissed her in front of pretty much the whole school, which was hilarious, and to make it better she bows like we're her audience and walks off. I was almost crying it was brilliant. Then Elissa come back over and starts bitching and screaming about her, in a little high screeched tantrum, which hurt my ears, but some how make me and my friend snigger with laughter. It didn't help. Then the bell rang, maths with mrs. Haberjam here we come. I feel sorry for those who are in the class opposite, 'cuse they have the other half who I remember from year 11 and was a strict dick, to the point he through books at people for not putting their hand up, wrong answers or day dreaming. It hurt.