Operation British

1. Shaky Knees

   Just a regular day, I tell myself. Just another regular day, where you transfer to a different school.

   I look at my dad. His normally darkish skin with darker circles makes him look much older than normal. His caramel tan skin highlights his chocolate eyes.

  I don't look much like him at all. I take after the bitch who pushed me out of her twat. Although, I am blessed with some good features.

   I have her curly light/dark brown hair  with a natural reddish tent. Also, a dark forest green color in my eyes. She even passed down to me her incredibly full lips, a near scarlette shade.

    I am really busty, I'm only 17 and my boobs almost fit in a DD. My ass is really nice too, I grow out of clothes every summer. It was pretty miserable when boys from my old school would grab at me, I'm not a very touchy-feely girl.

    That's part of the reason we moved, well...I like to think that's why. But no, just because dad's job made him move.

     I look back at Zach, my baby brother. Baby meaning my bitch younger brother who is 14. Even with him being a bitch, I still love him.

    Then I look to Daniel, Zachary's twin. He's the sweeter of the two. He's more of my therapist as he's like insanely smart. Both the boys have identical jet black hair and blue eyes with slightly pale lips. Oh and the thick 'brows. Total cuties in my eyes.

     Daniel notices my anxiousness. "Daxlynne you need to get your head out of your ass and take a chill pill. You just have to play the part decently and we'll be fine".

     He look over to Zach for support and nudged him. Still looking at his phone,"Yea. Yea...Um. Just like don't fuck it up for us all. Oh and", he spread his arms out with confidence, "If you got some trouble, you can call ya boy Zach!" Danny rolled his eyes.

  I smiled. He's a douche but he loves his sister. "Oh wow thanks, Zachary Willis!" I give him a quick hug. "Bye baby brother- Bye Danny." I kiss their cheeks then dad's.

   My knees are shaking so bad I think I might faint. The black car drives away. I stay frozen until I hear a bell. Oh my God, it's the fucking school bell!

    I try to take baby steps to the pavement. One step and my knees give out sending me on the grass. "Are you alright, love?", I hear a girl say. Well shit, now is a good time to use the old British accent. "Um yeah- just nervous. It's my first day and my knees give out when I'm frightened".

     I turn to see a beautiful ginger girl. Not like the orangey hair, 'cause that shit's just plain ugleeeee. It literally looks like the kind of red that everyone tries to achieve when they dye it "natural colored", straight out of a painting almost.

    And she has the most gorgeous eyes kinda turquoise like. Of course thick dark brown eyebrows to top it off. She notices me staring, "I'm Reana Fitzpatrick". I see her extend her hand to me.

  "I'm Daxlynne Richards", I take her hand. "I'm kind of really nervous about walking in alone. Would you mind showing me around?"

    Reana shows a wide toothy smile and nods. "Oh this is magnificent! I've never ushered before! Come on now, love. Let's get you to the headmistress' office."

   She grabs my forearm and has me up on my feet in one quick tug. I brush grass off my navy uniform skirt. Reana pointed to my butt, "You missed a spot there, between your arsecheeks!"

   I start to walk with her up the pavement. I don't feel the grass between my ass. "I....uh can't find it." She snorts , "I'm sorry! I was joking with you. There is none on your bum."

      I smirk. So she's an joker, huh? I decide to play along. "Well if there was, there surely would be a reason for the boys to stare at my humongous round bum!" I smirk at my comment.

      She turned red and turns up her nose laughing. It kinda sounds like a dying camal.

  "Oh gosh. Oh love, what reason do have to worry? With that attitude everone's going to love you." Reana winks, her face is less red.
                 
    I laugh. Well that's one down, and however many left to charm. I like her, I could see us being friends.

    She turns to look at me. I feel her grab my arm and look at me with complete seriousness.

     "Before you step walk into the gates of hell, there's this really mean girl. Her name is Melany Veloskivitch. A total bitch over the gates of hell. If she sees you with me, she might target you."

   I laugh in pure rough confidence. "There is nothing a stupid cuntbag can do to ruin my school year. Tell me though, what year is she?"

     I have read a gazillion British history books and the entire Angus, Thongs,& Full Frontal Snogging series. I think I have some knowledge of the British topic.
 
   "Melany is a year 13." Reana lets go of my arm and keeps me walking. Well I know a "year 13" would be what I call a senior. Technically, I would be considered a "year 12" junior.

   The gates are pushed open. I can only imagine what the inside looks like. Raena rubs my hand for comfort. I push open the glass door.......