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May. 4th, 2011 11:16 pmCoral punches in the code on the door and lets Rahne into the school for the guided tour.
"It looks nice." Rahne says, as they go around. "I'm glad Auntie Fran talked Dad into letting me come here with you. But won't I have the same problems I had at my old school?"
"Well..." Coral says, "I can't guarantee there won't be mean girls, because some of the girls in my class are mean. But we're not allowed to talk in class and you definitely won't get punched."
Rahne smirks. "Well that's definitely a plus. Are the teachers very strict?"
"Yep. We even have to stand up when they enter the room." Coral says. "But some of them are good fun too. You'll like Mr Sponge the home ec teacher. He's great fun, lets you make any cooking experiment you like providing it gets cleaned up at the end."
They round the corner and go into the hall, where a rehearsal for the school talent show is going on. They stand and watch for a few minutes, before Rahne hears a snigger and looks around. Coral follows her gaze. Oh great, Heidi and co. Seeing that they're spotted, the other girls nudge each other and eventually send a couple of representatives.
"Hi Coral, who's your friend?" one of the girls asks, in a deceptively polite tone.
"This is Rahne, she's my cousin." Coral says, without skipping a beat. They'd agreed in advance not to mention that she's being fostered, in the hope of helping her make a better start than her last school.
"Hiiiii Rahne, I love your dress." the other girl says, indicating Rahne's usual brown number. Rahne, who's sarcasm detector is somewhat more tuned in than Coral's, gives an crocodile grin.
"Thanks. It's designer, one of a kind of a recreated 1930s fashion series." she says, spotting them get slightly derailed from the mickey taking.
"Which designer?" Heidi calls out, coming across the hall with a disbelieving look.
"Me." Rahne says brightly.
"You make your own clothes? That's so cool!" one of the girls says, which sounds genuine this time. "But why did you pick brown?"
"I like brown. It's a thing." Rahne shrugs.
They chat a few more minutes, then Coral and Rahne continue on their tour.
"Were those the girls who are mean to you?" Rahne asks.
"Sometimes." Coral admits. "But it doesn't usually get any worse than mickey-taking. Heidi posted a mean stretched picture of me online once."
"I can handle that." Rahne says.
"It looks nice." Rahne says, as they go around. "I'm glad Auntie Fran talked Dad into letting me come here with you. But won't I have the same problems I had at my old school?"
"Well..." Coral says, "I can't guarantee there won't be mean girls, because some of the girls in my class are mean. But we're not allowed to talk in class and you definitely won't get punched."
Rahne smirks. "Well that's definitely a plus. Are the teachers very strict?"
"Yep. We even have to stand up when they enter the room." Coral says. "But some of them are good fun too. You'll like Mr Sponge the home ec teacher. He's great fun, lets you make any cooking experiment you like providing it gets cleaned up at the end."
They round the corner and go into the hall, where a rehearsal for the school talent show is going on. They stand and watch for a few minutes, before Rahne hears a snigger and looks around. Coral follows her gaze. Oh great, Heidi and co. Seeing that they're spotted, the other girls nudge each other and eventually send a couple of representatives.
"Hi Coral, who's your friend?" one of the girls asks, in a deceptively polite tone.
"This is Rahne, she's my cousin." Coral says, without skipping a beat. They'd agreed in advance not to mention that she's being fostered, in the hope of helping her make a better start than her last school.
"Hiiiii Rahne, I love your dress." the other girl says, indicating Rahne's usual brown number. Rahne, who's sarcasm detector is somewhat more tuned in than Coral's, gives an crocodile grin.
"Thanks. It's designer, one of a kind of a recreated 1930s fashion series." she says, spotting them get slightly derailed from the mickey taking.
"Which designer?" Heidi calls out, coming across the hall with a disbelieving look.
"Me." Rahne says brightly.
"You make your own clothes? That's so cool!" one of the girls says, which sounds genuine this time. "But why did you pick brown?"
"I like brown. It's a thing." Rahne shrugs.
They chat a few more minutes, then Coral and Rahne continue on their tour.
"Were those the girls who are mean to you?" Rahne asks.
"Sometimes." Coral admits. "But it doesn't usually get any worse than mickey-taking. Heidi posted a mean stretched picture of me online once."
"I can handle that." Rahne says.
