in which the roads of the clever
young ladies of Henley Hall, the
ever-charming daughter of John
Keating, and the young men of
Welton Academy converge and
change their lives forever.
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Allison and Diana woke up with a start when they heard the pounding of footsteps in the hall and the sound of bagpipes out their window. It was the first day of classes, and they could barely find it within themselves to get untangled from their warm blankets and out of bed. But as per usual, since they had been roommates for seven years, Allison was the first to step onto the cold floor and open the curtains.
"Oh will you wake up already,"Allison complained, shaking her best friend though she knew Diana would likely never get out of bed even if the school was burning, "I will get the ice water again, Di. You know I will." But Diana, just like the last time, didn't take the threat to heart and rolled over. "Well, I'm getting dressed."
She left the stubborn girl alone and started to put on her uniform. It wasn't very different from what she was used to wearing; the same blazer just in black with the red Welton crest, the same gray sweater, the same tie just with red stripes, and the same buckled shoes. The only things that were slightly different were the height of the socks, which had been the middle of the calf but were now knee-high, and the length of the skirt, which had dropped from just above the knee to just at them. Those changes, in particular, made it clear why they were even made in the first place, not to distract her male peers.
"See you later, I suppose,"Ally rolled her eyes and shut the door, walking to the newly designated girl's bathroom to fix up her hair and freshen up her dead-looking face. Diana had been right when she pointed out the stiffness of the mattresses as Allison had struggled to get comfortable enough to close her eyes.
"Hey, Ally!"Maria greeted as she exited her room dressed for the day. She quickly glanced around.
"The coast is clear. Di is still in bed,"Allison chuckled as Maria let out a relieved exhale and joined Ally on the walk to the bathroom.
"Thank god,"the blonde made a gesture to the skies, "I still can't get the feeling of that little pervert's creepy hands on my waist." The very thought made the poor girl gag. "He slipped tongue, you know."
Allison gasped, "He what?"
"You heard me,"Maria cringed, face flushed.
"What are we talking about?"Helen Griffith came up from behind them, clearly having already visited the bathroom mirrors since her hair was in a perfect ponytail and her face was clear and bright.
Allison smirked and Maria continued to fake gag as the brunette answered, "An eighth-grader slipped Maria tongue."
"Maria!"Helen shrieked, catching everyone's attention. Maria quickly hushed her and picked up her pace to the bathroom, with the other two following swiftly after her.
"Will you two shut up about it?"
"You opened the box, Ria. You can't put everything back in it now,"Allison joked as she opened the bathroom door. Inside there were only two other girls getting ready, so it was quiet compared to the loud chattering coming from the boy's room next door.
