A/N: Hi there. I've never written a fic for Total Drama before, so here goes... I'm sorry if it's too OOC. And this is pure Gwuncan, so please don't hate!

Note: This chapter has been re-written.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Total Drama series.

CHAPTER 1: New Beginning, New Life

Gwen sighed miserably as she looked out the car window. Her mother had been driving around for hours, constantly stopping at random gas stations in order to ask for directions. They were going to a far away place. And by 'they', it was actually just Gwen. The truth is she was currently being sent to a boarding school.

Why?... Well it all started with a group of students in science class, curiously wondering what it would be like to start a fire with a bunsen burner. And of course when the classroom erupted into flames, the majority of the class decided to blame it on Gwen. She shuddered at the horrific memory, sitting in the principal's office, trying to tell him about her evil classmates, but he wouldn't listen. Instead he felt threatened by her gothic appearance. And so he ended up holding a meeting with her mother and decided to enrol her at another school. He said it was to ensure that she was living in a safer environment, but Gwen already knew that he was only doing this to improve her 'psychotic' behaviour.

Gwen was glad to be away from those demons, but this new school was a three hour drive. In other words, she wouldn't be able to feel relieved to go home at the end of a school day. Instead, she would now be forced to hang out in her prison cell and associate with the rich narcissists. Gwen thought she'd be lucky if she spoke to her mother and brother at least once a month now, but she knew that wasn't possible.

Whenever Gwen heard the words 'boarding school' in the past, the first things that would come to her head were the preppy uniforms, snobby students, marble-floored classrooms, and the never-ending list on how to become the perfect person. Gwen already knew this was going to be a disaster, but as long as she had a room to herself then she would be fine. The idea of having roommates made her feel horrified. Gwen could already image their haughty faces, snickering at the fact that they would have to share their room with a complete outsider.

As soon as their journey came to an end, Gwen stepped out of the car and contemplated her surroundings. Instead of looking at a large white palace which was displayed on the school brochure, Gwen instead came face to face with an old Victorian building which somewhat resembled a jail. Looking down at the brochure, Gwen noticed this was false advertisement. Either that, or her mother had driven them to the wrong place. But aside from all the nasty thoughts, Gwen started to feel more comfortable.

'Don't judge a book by it's cover just yet... It could be totally nasty inside...' she thought.

"Well, I'll admit it does look a whole lot different from the brochure... Surely we can't be at the right place..." her mother said, opening the boot of the car.

"It's not too late to turn around and go back home," Gwen offered.

Gwen's mother looked at her slyly. She already knew that Gwen didn't want to be here, but this was for the best. And this arrangement was only going to happen for a while anyway; maybe a year at most.

"Listen, Gwen, there's nothing I can do about the situation. It was either this or going to juvenile hall."

Gwen scoffed at her mother's remark. "You're making it sound like I actually did start that fire."

"Sweetheart, you know I believe you, but as I said before, there's nothing I can do."

"Yes, you tried your very best..."

Gwen's mother didn't seem to notice the sarcasm "I'm glad you understand. Would you like me to go inside with you?"

"Please don't."

"Well, okay then... Now all that is left is a hug and you're free to go."

As Gwen was pulled into a tight embrace, she couldn't believe that this was the last time she was going to see her mother. Well, for a while, anyway. It was like a sudden bombshell she couldn't stand to face. When they finally pulled away from the hug, Gwen grabbed her suitcases and said her goodbyes.

"I'm going to miss you."

"Me too, sweetheart. I just hope your room is pink!"

Gwen rolled her eyes, "I hope not! But seriously, when am I supposed to call you and check up on everyone?"

"When I spoke to your headmaster on the phone, he said that you can call home once a week, so I'm not really sure... But what I do know is that you're supposed to go to the office. Apparently the brochure states that the office is on the left as soon as you walk in."

"All right. I'll talk you later then," Gwen said, walking up the steps. As Gwen reached the top, she decided to watch her mother drive off for the last time. The moment she was gone Gwen sighed miserably and headed inside, expecting the worst.

Surprisingly, the inside of the school looked modern. It had a slight Victorian touch to it, but it wasn't over-classed. Gwen thought this was weird, but she didn't have the nerve to complain. After all, she liked weird things... As she headed down the hallway, Gwen could see the main office at her left.

'Great. One thing the brochure hasn't lied about...' Gwen thought as she entered the room.

The office was neat and somehow perfect. The carpet was deep blue and the walls were pure white, so it was a decent colour combination. There was a receptionist at the counter. Gwen would have approached her if it wasn't for another woman already speaking to her. When the other woman turned around to look at Gwen, she immediately looked disgusted... Dismissing her conversation with the receptionist, the woman approached Gwen.

"I'm guessing you're Gwendolyn?" she asked. There was no hint of welcome with her tone.

"Yeah, but I prefer to be called Gwen... Are you the headmistress?"

The woman pouted in annoyance. "No. I'm the coordinator for the students; you can call me Blaineley... You do realise that you were supposed to arrive here about an hour ago?"

"There was traffic," Gwen answered. "Nothing I can do about that."

"Okay then, Miss Attitude. First of all, this boarding school is not like most. We have five classes per weekday. Your first class starts at 8:30am, and your last class ends at 4:00pm. You will also have two lunch breaks in between, yadda yadda..." Blaineley explained. From the looks of it, Blaineley didn't seem to take her job seriously.

"Oh, so it's basically like an ordinary high school..."

Blaineley laughed at Gwen's response. "Absolutely not. After your classes you're allowed to hang around the campus, catch up on your studies, or whatever it is you teenagers do nowadays... And lastly, you need to be back in your room by 8:30pm."

Gwen arched a brow. "What happens if I'm not in my room by then?"

"Then you'll earn a strike... Strikes are given to you for any type of bad behaviour. This includes fighting, defacing property... basically any kind of trouble. If you get five strikes, then you're out of here."

"Okay..." Gwen said, not really understanding what Blaineley meant.

"Also..." Blaineley continued, holding a few strands of Gwen's teal and black hair. "This hair isn't exceptional! But then again... you're not the only person with abnormally dyed hair."

"Right..." Gwen said. In all honesty, she just wanted to lie down and die.

Just as Gwen thought she was able to leave, Blaineley called her back.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

"Uh... To my room?..."

"Not yet!" Blaineley scolded. "I've organised a student to show you around first... Bridgette!"

A teenage girl wearing a baby blue hoodie and blonde hair tied up in a pony tail suddenly appeared by the sound of her name. Something told Gwen that this girl was intimidated by Blaineley.

"Okay, Bridgette, this is Gwen. All you need to do is show her around the school and help pack her things in her room. This is a really simple task, so I'm hoping you can do it correctly for once..." And with that, Blaineley proceeded to walk away, leaving Gwen and Bridgette absolutely dumbfounded.

As soon as Blaineley was out of sight, Bridgette immediately gained her courage and pulled a warm smile. Something about her seemed down-to-earth now.

"Hey, I'm Bridgette," she said, extending her hand.

"Gwen," she said, shaking Bridgette's hand.

"Okay, let's get this tour started..." Bridgette said as they exited the office. "But before we begin, I have to thank you for getting me out of Math class. Also, welcome to the Wawanakwa Boarding School. I hope we can get to know each other and become friends," she said, now holding onto one of Gwen's suitcases.

"Thanks. Isn't this place supposed to be... different?"

"If you mean high class and fairy tale palace different, then the brochure fooled you big time."

"Meh, I think I prefer this better..." Gwen smirked. "What about our uniforms?"

"Luckily, this boarding school doesn't have any uniforms. Wear what you want whenever you want. Honestly, the best part is that nobody cares about how you dress. Well... most of us around here."

"Oh, okay... So where are we going first?" Gwen asked.

"To your room, of course," Bridgette smiled.

"Speaking of of our rooms... Do I have one to myself?"

Bridgette frowned at Gwen's question. "Sadly, no. Every room has three roommates, and luckily, you get to share with me and another girl."

"I guess that sounds good," Gwen said. She felt slightly lucky for once. At least she'd be bunking with someone who was nice.

Once they finally entered the outside campus, Gwen noticed that it looked like an ordinary mall. There was a large fountain in the middle, and many buildings seemed to surround the area. Most of the area was surrounded with benches where students were supposedly allowed to hang out.

"Okay, so to your left is the library- a lot of students go there after school to catch up on homework. And over there near the fountain is the cinema- everyone goes there to watch the latest films."

Gwen wasn't sure if she heard Bridgette correctly. "Wait... You guys have a cinema here?"

"Like Blaineley said, this boarding school isn't like most. Also, at the far end over there is the volleyball court, and the cafeteria is next to the teacher's lounge, but of course that's inside and we'll check that out later."

Bridgette was pointing at so many directions that Gwen was beginning to feel confused. However, as they made their way through the courtyard, Gwen realised that something wasn't quite right.

"Is it just me or is this school empty?"

"That's because everyone is in class right now," Bridgette answered. "But you're right, though. This school only has a couple hundred of students here... I don't know why, but apparently the headmaster only accepts students who feel like they would belong here, or something like that."

"Are you sure that's right? What about the classes?" Gwen asked.

"That's the good part. There's about ten people in each class... My class only has nine students now, so you're probably going to be with me."

Gwen honestly didn't know what to say, so she smiled. Seeing that Gwen didn't know how to respond, Bridgette decided to continue:

"The classes are usually boring, but they're sometimes fun... What we usually do is look at the board, listen to the teacher, and copy everything that the teacher writes. The people at the back are lucky, though... They're able to sleep if they're careful."

As they continued walking towards the dorms, Gwen couldn't help but ask how someone as normal as Bridgette ended up in a place like this.

"So what made you go to this school?"

Bridgette shrugged. "A couple of family friends showed my parents the brochure and told them about the education at this place... Another thing the brochure lied about. What about you?"

Gwen sighed. She was expecting this question to turn up someday. However, she decided to tell the truth. She was already here, so why should she lie to someone as nice as Bridgette? Surely she'll be able to keep this information to herself.

"I was blamed for a school fire. I'm innocent, but no one believed me."

"Not even your friends?"

"What friends?..." Gwen asked.

"You mean you had no friends at your old school?"

"None at all."

"Well there's no need to worry because you already have a friend at this school," Bridgette said with a smile.

Gwen didn't know what was going on right now, but she suddenly felt happy. It was probably because somebody was willing to call Gwen their friend... It was truly a nice feeling and this made Gwen secretly hope that there were more people like Bridgette at this place.

Now that Bridgette and Gwen were finally inside the dorms, she could already tell that it was coed. This was due to the amount of rubbish on the floor, discarded laundry, and unmentionable stains imprinted on the walls.

"Don't tell me we share this dorm with the boys..."

"We do, but don't worry, Gwen. You see, our roommates can only be the same gender, so no one will be spying on you," Bridgette explained.

As Gwen and Bridgette finally reached their door, Bridgette stood in front of it with a smile and handed Gwen her key.

"Well... this is it!" she said, opening the door.

The room honestly wasn't that bad. It was pretty cosy. The space was quite average for three people to live in... Gwen could see three single mattresses, a small desk with a stack of magazines, a bookshelf, a few dressers, and a blue rug on the wooden floor. Gwen had to admit her room back at home was way better, but this seemed more fitting than the pictures in the brochure. She somehow found herself feeling more at home.

The first thing Gwen did was set her suitcase next to the door, and so did Bridgette. She walked over to the wall and saw all the different types of posters covering the it... There were posters of ghetto rap stars, surfers, and oceanic creatures. They weren't exactly her style, but it was better than pictures of make up and glamour models.

"I know it's not much, but at least we have a fan on the ceiling," Bridgette said, turning it on.

"Cool. And this is my bed?" Gwen said, referring to the sheetless bed.

"Yeah," Bridgette smirked. "I hope you brought some sheets with you, because the school provides dirty linens."

"Yeah, I did," Gwen said, showing Bridgette her skull-covered sheet. "So, who was your other roommate before I came along?"

"Rage-a-holic Eva. She was always yelling in the middle of the night, so the teachers decided to move her to another room. She was also moved from my class, so that's why we have nine people."

"She sounds... crazy."

"Yeah, she really is," Bridgette laughed. "Okay, Gwen, this is my bed."

Looking at Bridgette's bed, Gwen noticed the unusual pattern of dolphins covering her blanket and pillows. It was now obvious that the water themed posters on the wall belonged to Bridgette. However, the other bed near Bridgette's had a leopard sheet. Either those ghetto rap star posters belonged to her other roommate, or Bridgette was a surfing rap-star wannabe. Just before Gwen was able to ask, the bell rang.

"Is it time for another class?" Gwen asked.

"No, that would be lunch."

"Cool. So when do I start class? Tomorrow?"

"You're not going to be happy when I tell you this, but Blaineley said you start today. So I think we should go to the cafeteria. Hopefully, you'll be able to meet some of my friends," Bridgette said, heading towards the door.

While Bridgette and Gwen arrived at the outside campus once again, Bridgette decided to give Gwen some more advice.

"Always remember to make friends with the right people, and the cafeteria food is revolting. Make sure to go for the most decent looking food."

"I'll make sure to remember that... So, who's the headmaster? Is he cool?"

"Our headmaster is Chris McLean. He checks up on us at rare occasions, and he has a soft spot for some students... There's also Chef Hatchet. No one knows his real name, so we just call him Chef."

"Okay, so Chris McLean and Chef Hatchet. Got it."

"And now that you know the main details, here we are..." Bridgette said, opening the double doors of the cafeteria.

The sight in front of Gwen reminded her of her old high school. There were basically students in a long line, collecting food, and proceeding to sit down at many tables to eat. The line was ridiculous... Sure, there were probably a hundred students at this school in total, but it was still a long line. The worst part was that Gwen skipped her breakfast this morning, so she was extra hungry.

As Bridgette and Gwen headed over to the end of the line, Gwen noticed that many people were turning their heads at her direction. Speaking of which, many people didn't seem too impressed with her gothic appearance. As Bridgette stood behind Gwen in the line, she took this opportunity to show Gwen a couple of people.

"See that girl in front of you?... That's Lindsay. She's nice, but she's as sharp as a frosted cupcake."

And from the looks of it, Gwen could also tell that Lindsay was the school's bimbo.

"And that tall guy in front of Lindsay is DJ. He's a cool guy and an animal lover. It's cute, really."

"Do you like him?" Gwen asked.

"Of course not! My heart belongs to Geoff. We've been together for almost two years now," Bridgette said, pointing to the guy sitting down with an opened pink shirt and cowboy hat.

"He seems nice."

"He really is. But don't get me wrong... not everyone at this school is nice," Bridgette warned as she motioned for Gwen to turn around again.

As she did so, Gwen noticed a girl with raven hair and a maroon halter top shifting in between Gwen and Lindsay. Honestly, Gwen couldn't care any less if this girl was the queen. She still had to go to the back of the line.

"Um, excuse me?"

There was no reply.

Gwen was already becoming irritated, so she shook her shoulder. "Excuse me!"

The girl then turned around and faced Gwen with an angry look on her face. Her distinct features immediately told Gwen that she was of Asian descent.

"What?!" she asked rudely

"You just cut in front of me, and I'm guessing that you can't do that around here."

"So what?!"

"So," Gwen mocked, "I think you should go to the back of the line."

"Well I'm not going to, and I can cut in whenever I want."

"Actually, Heather... You can't," Lindsay said, pointing at the sign behind Chef Hatchet.

"Shut it, Lindsiot!"

Gwen would have liked to mock Heather further, but Blaineley appeared before she could do so. After all, she didn't feel like earning a strike on her first day.

"What is going on here?" she asked.

"She cut in line, so I'm telling her to go to the back."

"Back of the line then, Heather," Blaineley said.

Gwen was surprised as to how quick Blaineley took her side. This made her think that Heather probably did something like this once before. She gave Gwen a cold stare as she moved to the end of the line.

"Wow. You have some guts," Bridgette said once Blaineley disappeared.

"Does that wench always like that?"

"Yeah. That's Heather and it looks like you're her newest enemy... Lindsay follows her around like a brainless trollop."

Once when Gwen and Bridgette collected their tray of food, Bridgette led Gwen over to a table with some people already at it. And for some reason, Gwen was beginning to feel nervous.

"Hey, everyone, this is Gwen," Bridgette said as she sat down.

Everyone at the table said their hello's as Gwen joined them.

"That's Leshawna, our other roommate," Bridgette said, pointing out the African-Canadian female in front of her.

"So you're our new roommate?... Well, anybody who disses Heather like that is a friend of mine. I'm sure you'll like it here," she smiled.

This was great. Two people already seemed to enjoy her company so far.

"Moving on, that's Harold," Bridgette continued, referring to the scrawny ginger next to Leshawna.

"It is an honour to meet you," he said with a cheeky grin.

"He's my sugar pie," Leshawna said, giving Harold a kiss.

Gwen found herself to be speechless at this point. "You two?... Really?"

"Yeah," Harold answered. "Leshawna is like a jar of honey and I'm her buzzing bee."

"And this is Cody," Bridgette said, referring to the guy next to Harold.

Cody seemed perfectly normal- well, apart from the fact that there was a girl with purple hair clinging to his arm. He looked uncomfortable to say the least. However, as soon as he locked eyes with Gwen, his expression changed into a goofy smile. Gwen wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing.

"Why, hello there. I'm the Codemeister."

"Hey, I'm Gwen-"

"You're so cute, Codykins!" the purple-haired girl interrupted.

"And that's Sierra," Bridgette concluded. "I would introduce you to Geoff, but he seems busy with his friends right now."

Looking over at Geoff's table, Gwen could see that there were at least four other guys surrounding him. This immediately confused Gwen.

"Why don't you two sit together?"

"We do, but not during school," Bridgette answered. "We've decided that it's best to socialise with our friends during this time."

Leshawna decided this would be the perfect time to share her piece of mind. "Girl, one time they were together all the time. It took three people to pull them apart and knock some sense into both of them."

"Leshawna! I told you we've improved since then!" Bridgette said, cheeks turning pink.

Just then, Heather and Lindsay decided to stop by the table. Heather looked down at Gwen disapprovingly and Lindsay seemed confused.

"Well well well, if it isn't the weird goth girl."

"Is there something you need? I don't think this school hires prostitutes," Gwen told her.

As Heather blinked in surprise, Leshawna let out a big 'Ooooooh.'

"Shut up, Leshawna! I don't like you, weird goth girl. I hope you realise that."

"And I hope you realise that I want to push you off a cliff right now."

"Ooooh, you've messed with the wrong white girl!" Leshawna commented.

"Booyah," Harold commented.

"Y-you... You're all freaks!" Heather said as she stormed off.

Lindsay, however, still stood in her spot. She was still confused, and obviously didn't know where to go from here.

"LINDSAY!" Heather shouted from afar.

Finally realising her cue to follow Heather, Lindsay quickly said her goodbyes and ran off.

"We're going to get along just fine, girl," Leshawna said with a smile.

Feeling like this was the perfect time to change the subject, Bridgette decided to speak.

"That reminds me, Gwen... Every class is in the same room, so there's no need for you to memorise a lot of classrooms."

"Cool. Do you think I'll be in your class, though?"

"I'm not sure anymore, but it's possible."

"Also, the students in your class will always be there. The teachers around here also teach every subject, so make sure to get along with them."

"Oh, okay. So how do I find out which class Im in?" Gwen asked.

"That is probably the dumbest question I have ever heard," Harold replied. "You obviously go ask Blaineley over there which class you're in, and then she'll tell you. GOSH!"

"Relax, sugar pie," Leshawna warned, patting Harold on the back.

As soon as the bell rang, everyone eventually stood up from their seats and headed to their classes. Gwen felt incredibly lucky to have only one classroom because she'd probably get lost everyday.

"See you later, Gwen," Bridgette said with a wave.


Luckily, Blaineley was still in the cafeteria. She was leaning against the wall, writing something on her clipboard. Gwen decided to get this over and done with and ask her about her class already. Blaineley was her coordinator after all, so she must know the answer.

"Um, Blaineley?" Gwen started.

"Yes?" Blaineley asked. Possibly for the first time, she didn't seem irritated.

"You never told me which classroom I'm in, so?..."

"Oh yes, I forgot about that..." she replied, now looking through the clipboard she held in her hand.

Gwen was waiting while Blaineley was flipping through hundreds of pages. It took a while to find Gwen's name.

"Ah yes, room 48... Follow me," Blaineley said as she walking to the designated classroom.

Gwen wasn't sure if she was supposed to walk beside Blaineley, or follow from behind. Eventually, she decided to follow from behind. This school didn't seem so bad for now- well, except for Heather... Gwen was also starting to realise that she was slowly becoming more sociable. She knew that back at her old school, she wouldn't even dare to answer a question by anyone, or even return a hello. Heck, she didn't even get one of those.

Blaineley's red heels were tapping even louder within every step she took. For some reason, Gwen was beginning to feel more nervous than before.

'It's only a class of 10 students; nothing to be nervous about... I've been in classes that have had more than thirty students before, so this should be easy... Right?'

Blaineley suddenly came to a stop. Gwen did the same and looked at her straight in the eye in order to show her understanding.

"Okay, just before we go in, you need to remember that your classes will always be in this room. You should arrive at 8:30am sharp. If you arrive early, then you should line up outside. If you're late, then you automatically receive a detention slip... Do you understand?" Blaineley asked in a fast pace.


"Okay then, let's go inside and i'll introduce you to your teacher," Blaineley said just before knocking.

As Gwen entered the classroom with Blaineley, she could see eight other students talking amongst themselves. Everyone immediately turned to her. Bridgette was one of the first people to notice Gwen and smiled from ear to ear. Harold was also in this class and he also seemed happy. All was well until Gwen spotted Heather glaring at her. Gwen didn't really know the other students.

"Okay, Gwen, this is Mr Andrews. He's going to be your teacher for the rest of the year," Blaineley said.

"Don't worry about a thing. You'll fit right in," Mr Andrews said with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Since that's all over and done with, I'm a busy woman and I actually have a class to teach," Blaineley said as she left.

Gwen looked over to Bridgette. She seemed engulfed in a conversation with her boyfriend. This made Gwen wonder if she was allowed to sit with whoever she wanted. Either way, it would be a good way to start fresh at this school and get to know everyone. However, it only took a couple of seconds before Mr Andrews finally gained her attention.

"Gwen, could you go and stand by the door for a moment? I need to everyone's attention so I can introduce you to them."

Turning around, Gwen did as she was told. However, it didn't take long for her to bump into an unfamiliar figure. Luckily, Gwen was able to gain her composure just before falling to the ground.

"Watch it!"

Gwen looked up to take a proper glimpse at the person she just bumped into. The first things she noticed were his green mohawk and numerous facial piercings. His teal eyes came to attention shortly after. After looking at his hair again, Gwen thought back to Blaineley's remark about a few other people having weirdly dyed hair. The other person was probably Sierra.

"Sorry," Gwen said, a little more quick than intended.

Something about Gwen's reaction seemed to make him smirk.

"It's all good," he said in a casual tone as he strode past Gwen.

"Duncan, why must you always come in late? That's another detention for you," Mr Andrews said.

"Oh gee, I wonder why?" Duncan asked sarcastically.

"Don't you dare use sarcasm with me, young man. You're late for class," Mr Andrews replied, more angrily this time.

"Yeah, I know. This isn't the first time!" Duncan said, walking over to DJ.

"Don't make me give you a strike," Mr Andrews warned.

Some people gasped. Duncan then turned around, seeming to be a little frightened by the remark.

"Actually, I'll just take that detention slip," he said, trying to maintain his usual tone.

Gwen now felt as confused as Lindsay. Why was everybody so scared about getting a strike? Were their parents strict? Did Chris McLean own some sort of torture chamber? But Gwen decided to ask later. After all, she wanted to pay attention to her teacher just in case he wanted to give her a strike on her first day.

After whistling in order to gain complete silence from the class, Mr Andrews decided to speak.

"Okay, everyone, we have a newcomer today. So once again, we finally have ten students."

"I prefer Eva," Heather commented.

"How can you prefer Eva? The girl was bonkers!" DJ replied.

"Well yeah, but weird goth girl is even more annoying."

"No way! Gwen is way better than rage-a-holic Eva!" Bridgette defended.

Mr Andrews decided to step in just before the argument turned worse. "Calm down, everyone... Now, since you're all finally quiet, this is Gwen. And Gwen... these people are going to be your classmates for the rest of the year."

"We have names, you know!" Heather said.

"Thank you for the slight rudeness, Heather. And since you're so keen about names, why don't you all introduce yourselves to Gwen?" Mr Andrews said.

Gwen felt like flushing herself down a toilet right now. Being the centre of attention was certainly embarrassing... However, what surprised Gwen the most was that it was Heather who decided to introduce herself first. Next was Bridgette, and then a crazy girl with ginger hair who seemed to be named Izzy... Harold, along with DJ, Geoff and Owen also seemed to be nice. Although, as soon as it was Beth's turn to introduce herself, she unintentionally spat saliva all over Duncan.

"Ew, that's disgusting. Can I have a hall pass?!"

"Here," Mr Andrews said, giving Duncan a green slip.

As soon as Duncan left, Mr Andrews continued;

"Okay everyone, just talk amongst yourselves quietly while I try and find the notes for today"

Gwen decided to stay where she was. Everybody was already talking amongst one another and she didn't feel like interrupting. That was until Bridgette was walking her way while dragging Geoff along with her.

"Hey, Gwen. This is my boyfriend, Geoff."

"Hey, man. Welcome to the Wawanakwa boarding school!" he said with enthusiasm.


"Well, you two should continue talking while I go and see what DJ's up to. He looks alone over there," Geoff said as he made his way to the giant brickhouse.

"You're right," Gwen started. "Geoff seems nice."

"Yeah yeah! Anyway, I saw you with Duncan before!" Bridgette said, taking the subject in a whole different turn.

"..." Gwen was confused. Which one was Duncan again?

"You know... the guy with the green mohawk!"

"Oh, right. What about him?" Gwen asked.

"I saw him smile at you before. He never does that," Bridgette said with a wink.

"It's just a smile. No biggie..."

"How did you two start talking?" Bridgette asked.

"We didn't. We just bumped onto each other and... yeah."

"You know what? You two would look cute together!"

"W-what?" Gwen felt her face flush. She just arrived at this school and she was already being matched with a stranger.

"We'll talk about this later with Leshaw-"

Bridgette would have been able to finish if it wasn't for Mr Andrews interrupting her. "Okay, since Duncan's back, it's time to discuss our seating arrangements."

Everybody stood around the classroom, looking confused to say the very least.

Seating arrangements?

A/N: Yeah, that's it for now... I hope it's all right, so tell me what you think and if I should continue!