Hullo! I recently saw both the St. Trinians movies, and just fell in love with the anarchy. So, here's this! With an OC, I'm sorry to say. But the girls seem to like her. (Of course they do..) Anyway, Here's this!

Disclaimer: I do not own St. Trinians. All rights go to Ronald Searle.

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A battered blue car wound its way up the drive, going as fast as possible. When it pulled up to the front, the trunk popped open and a small girl got out of the passenger seat.

Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail despite the cool weather, baggy, ripped pants hid what the skirt didn't cover. The tie was loose, and the sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. All in all, she looked like she didn't give a damn.

She pulled on a knapsack, heading to the rear of the car to grab her footlocker. Then, once she had pulled her stuff out of the way, she slammed the trunk, slapped the driver window, an watched as the car drove off. When it was out of sight, she visibly relaxed, pulling a stuffed llama out of nowhere. She put it on her shoulder, grabbed her trunk, and walked through the door. "Yo." Her American accent was thick in the silence.

The secretary looked up, headphones hanging off one hand, phone in the other. "'Ello, love. You must be Cadel, Let me call one of the first years to get your stuff. While you wait, drop off all weaponry in the box behind you."

The girl, dubbed 'Cadel' turned, rummaging in her knapsack for a few seconds before pulling out a small pocket knife, and a large eagle hilted, leather sheathed one. She dropped the small one in, and walked back to the desk, tapping the secretary -Beverly, as her nameplate stated- on the shoulder. She looked up and smiled nervously. Cadel remained stonefaced. "It won't fit."

"Ah, yes. Jus' give it 'ere, Love. I'll make sure that Ms. Fritton gets it." Beverly held out her hand. Cadel spun the knife. Smirking when Beverly flinched, and handed it over, hilt-first. The blonde took it, and almost dropped it when Cadel let go. "Oh, um, wow."

Cadel nodded. "It's an athame. I'll need it back on request, once a month."

Beverly looked at her oddly. "Why the bloodly 'ell would you need it?"

Cadel's expression didn't change. "Religious reasons. You'll see next week, if you choose."

Beverly nodded. "Well. Seeing as your stuff has gone up, Annabelle will be down shortly to show you around," And without another word, she got up and walked away.

"Something has her wound up." Cadel jumped, then turned, seeing a girl about her age behind her. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." The girl put out her hand. "I'm Annabelle Fritton, head girl."

Cadel shook her hand. "Cadel Fry. It's nice to meet you."

Annabelle looked at her. "Your not from around here, are you?"

Cadel looked back. "What gave it away? The accent?" She asked sarcastically."No, I'm really not. My mom and dad just got divorced, and my mom thought moving us back to her home of 'Jolly Old England' would be a good idea. We used to live in America. Texas, to be specific."

Annabelle nodded. "Well, why don't we got you situated?" She started to walk off, leave Cadel to follow.