The Facility

Day Dream

The school bell rang at its signature time that morning.

"And so I said, that's an awful lot of shoes to own. Why is it that none of them are even pretty enough to actually wear Mother?" A girl from the year 3 class of St John's Primary School For Girls said. She was standing in front of the desk of one of her friends. There were other girls standing around as well.

The person sitting at the desk in question only shook her head as the other girls laughed. "You're all so rude to your parents it's sickening. Why exactly do you behave that way? Just for a laugh? To have a story to tell to your friends once you meet at school again? Or are you making this up to impress someone?" She tilted her head as if challenging the girl who just attempted a joke.

"Ooo." The others said.

The girl seemed stunned at first but she eventually folded her arms and put up an attitude. "Watch how you talk to me Natty. Because I just may be able to get my daddy to send you and your freak show family back to whichever part of Egypt or wherever you all came from."

The other girls said another 'ooo' and then began to whisper.

'Natty' didn't bat an eyelash. "My father's net worth far exceeds yours. Don't forget who owns half of the businesses on this street Isabelle." She was staring at her nails.

"It's true. She's got you there Izzy." Said one of the others with folded arms.

"You can never one up Natalia. Just stop trying when she puts you in your place." Said another.

Isabelle released a small scream before rolling her eyes. "Fine. Whatever."

Natalia smirked slightly as she watched Isabelle move to her seat. The rest of the girls started moving away too. The teacher was just about entering anyway.

Ha. Way to put that pitiful spoiled brat in her place.

Well I did what I had to. You wouldn't believe how many comebacks I had in my head, ready for whenever anyone would try to take a jab at me, the way I looked or where my family was from. Had to be sharp back then. Especially in a high class rich London school filled with rich, privileged white brats. It was like going to school in a garbage heap.

Good on'

Thank you love.

Natalia sat with her arms resting on her notebook and her hands joined together. Her bedazzled, pink pencil case sat at the side of her desk. She overall appeared ready for the day. A diligent student she was . . . a student way above the others in terms of intelligence.

"Okay girls today things are going to be a little bit different." The teacher said after resting her handbag down on her desk. She found herself in front of the chalkboard, wearing an overly enthusiastic smile. "And by that I mean a new student will be joining us." She clapped small and then went to the door.

No one in the room seemed happy about that.

"Hmm fresh meat." Isabelle said before folding her arms. Some girls who sat near her snickered evilly.

Their teacher made her way back into the class after being gone for about a minute. There was a girl and a woman now with her. The teacher and the woman stood to the side for the girl to have the floor.

Many students started whispering. The new student already looked like she wouldn't . . . fit in.

Natalia was intrigued by this but she hardly showed it.

"She's a hybrid Natty. That woman's her mum. Look at 'er. It's so weird. She's even freakier than you." Said one of Natalia's friends at her side. She spoke in a whisper.