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It has been a week since the traumatic events that led up to my real parents coming back into my life, and my time spent pretending to be a girl had ended. However, things did not exactly end the way I had hoped. Sure, I have my real parents back, who are desperate to make up for not being in my life for twelve years. Sure, I now have two amazing sisters, Lucy and Lauren. But now, I'm not pretending to be a girl, I am a girl. The story of the strange dress that had changed my body could not stand up to my mother and father's more compelling arguments. I had tried desperately to convince them that the story was true, that I did put on a dress that changed me from a boy to a girl, but Mum and Dad never believed me. They said that I had been brainwashed into thinking I was a boy, and that my female body was exactly the same as a male one. Eventually, we got tired of arguing, and the memories of being a boy started to fade away. Whenever I thought about the 'magic dress' I struggled to believe it was true, that a simple piece of clothing could mould someone's body just like that. Now, I find it easier to think that I was just brainwashed, because people believe crazy things when they've been brainwashed. I still think like a boy, however, and everything about being a girl is new to me. I feel like a child, having to learn everything from the beginning. I am seen as the youngest in the family, even though my non- identical twin sister Lauren and I are exactly the same age. Lauren believes that because I know nothing about being a girl, I am less mature than her, so she treats me like her little sister instead of her equal. I have moved into my new house with my new, loving family. My best friend Kirsty lives next door on the right with her mother Suzanne and her sister Hayley. My newest friend Poppy lives in my old house with her parents, next door on the left. Together, we occupy a little alcove at the end of the cul-de-sac. Things between Poppy and myself have much improved after Dad convinced me to tell her the truth, that I wasn't the real Lauren. She initially felt like I had betrayed her, and didn't speak to me for two days until she knocked on the door of our new house. She gave me a chance to fully explain myself, and we each came to an understanding. Poppy decided that she had befriended a person, and not a name, so she thought we should just continue as we were, whilst she attempts to befriend my two sisters. Poppy and I can look forward to spending a lot more time together outside of the cul-de-sac, since we have both been accepted into All Hallows, the local senior school. Although my registration to the school was much more chaotic compared to hers, since there was the small issue of identity theft to deal with. Thankfully the school had given us extra time to get Lucy, Lauren and myself registered before the start of the school year. Lauren went to the school with Mum so that she could be interviewed and get her uniform, whilst Dad collected several forms that he and I had to fill out. I had been accepted into the school, but the year group that I would be joining was still undecided. This was because the people that had kidnapped me as a child and raised me as their own did not register me to a school last year, so I missed a year of teaching. Normally I would be joining Year 8 this September, but there was some confusion as to whether I would have to start in Year 7, or skip the first year and go straight into the Year 8. Eventually the school decided that I could do some short written tests to gauge how smart I was, and then throughout my time in Year 8, I would be doing catch-up work from Year 7 in my spare time. The only problem I found with all this was the huge amount of paperwork that had to be filled out by Mum, Dad and myself. My parents had quickly got used to signing forms and handling paperwork ever since the day I rejoined the family. They had made sure that every record and file on me was changed to show me as female, and any history I had as a boy was deleted. "Eleanor Faye Dawson, have you completed that last form yet?" Mum shouted from downstairs whilst I ticked several more boxes on one of the many forms that the school had sent. "I'm almost done, Mum. There are a ton of questions!" I shouted back from inside my room, which was still mostly furnished with boxes and bags. Most of the boxes and bags were filled with Lauren's clothes, which had been given to me because Lauren had such a huge collection of shirts, dresses, jeans, skirts, shoes and jackets that she couldn't fit them all in her room. The few other boxes that didn't have clothes in them were gifts that Mum and Dad bought for me, since I didn't own anything after my kidnappers had moved away with all of my things. The gifts included a new computer and monitor, a dozen DVDs, framed photos and paintings, and a full-length mirror. Each of them remained in their packaging because Dad was planning on redecorating my room, and decided I couldn't unwrap anything until he was done. Along with all the sealed boxes, my room was just a four-poster bed, a chest of drawers and a vanity table, with a hard wooden floor and plain white walls. It was the same in Lauren and Lucy's rooms as well, since before we had moved in, our rooms were just spares that were hardly used. Mum and Dad moved into one of the only fully furnished bedrooms, whilst the old couple that owned the house stayed in their own room. They had left yesterday, but the house still smelled of old people, and looked like it was decorated by old people as well, but that would all change when Dad was finished with it. "Eleanor, we have to get that form handed in today at the latest!" Mum shouted up the stairs once again. I had tried to stick with Ian as my name, even after Mum and Dad said they wanted to change it. But after I spent three days thinking about it, I decided it was silly for a girl to have a boy's name, and would rather have a female name so people wouldn't joke about me in school. Of course, when I finally told my parents that they could change my name, they picked a really girly one, Eleanor Faye. Mum and Dad tried to squeeze my new full name into every sentence addressed to me, as if to slowly engrave it into my memory. During most situations however, my family and friends would refer to me as Ellie or Elle. Lauren, Lucy and Poppy all seemed to agree that my new name would help me fit in at school quite quickly, since a name like that combined my with 'good looks' and 'nice personality' would probably make me one of the more popular girls in school. When Kirsty came over to our house for a few hours, she said that most of the girls in my year only have the good looks and lack everything else, which I will see for myself in a couple of days. "I'm done!" I shouted as I ticked the yes box for the last question "Has the process of registering for All Hallows been chaotic for you?" on the last form. By now I was ready to begin Year 8 in a few days, since the last few forms were just asking me and my family if the process of registration could have been improved. "Good, now get your uniform on, we'll hand that form in when we get there," Mum said as she climbed up the stairs with a basket of clean clothes in her hands. "When we get where?" I asked. "To your new school, Eleanor. It's Preparation day, remember?" Mum said as she passed my bedroom door, and flashed me a smile as she walked along the landing into her and Dad's room. "That's today?" I asked anxiously. "Yes dear, and your first day of school is tomorrow. Didn't I ask you to write them down in your diary?" Mum asked. I looked down at the pink leather bound diary with pink fluff lining on my vanity table, still in the packaging. It was another of Mum and Dad's gifts. "Yes, you did Mum, I must have forgotten to read my diary..." I lied as I quietly opened one of the small drawers on the vanity table, and then slid the diary off table and into the draw. "I didn't raise my daughters to be liars, and you wont be an exception, young lady," Mum said, her voice much closer this time. I jumped with fright as I turned and saw her standing in the doorway, looking at me with her arms crossed and a disappointed look on her face. She calmly walked past my four-poster bed and pulled my unopened diary from its hiding place. "Ellie, darling, I know you're not used to all this girly stuff. I just want you to get used to being organised and neat like your sisters. This diary is essential," Mum said, without a hint of anger in her voice, just calm, gentle and loving. The complete polar opposite of what my fake- mother's reaction would have been if I didn't do what she asked. Mum handed me the diary and instructed me to pull it from its packaging and write some things down, whilst she gathered up my new school uniform from the chest of drawers. A hint of longing shot through me as I wished it was a boy's uniform that Mum was going to dress me in, but I had realised several days ago that I would never own any male clothing, at least until I was older and could buy whatever I wanted. The problem was would I even want to wear boy's clothes by that time? I tore the plastic packaging of my new diary away, unbuttoned the leather strap and flipped the diary open. "Write down you and your sister's birthday on February 3rd, Lucy's birthday on August 5th, your father's birthday on October 13th and my birthday on October 25th," Mum said calmly as she hung my blazer on one of the posts of my bed. I pulled the writing utensil that came with the diary, a pink gel pen, from its hole stitched to the back of the diary and turned to each date, writing down everything. "Soon you'll be writing more stuff in that diary instead of just birthdays," Mum grinned as she placed a white short sleeve blouse on my bed. "Like what?" I asked, closing the diary. "Your thoughts, feelings, teachers to avoid, homework to do, boys that you like," Mum smirked at me. "B-boys that I like?" I stuttered. "You know Ellie, boys that you have a crush on," Mum said. My face twisted into a look of disgust, and I felt ill just thinking about it. I still had a crush on Kirsty, but now I'm expected to have a crush on a boy? I couldn't do that. Mum chuckled. "You may not like them now, Ellie, but you'll be thinking about boys a lot when you get older. Lucy will agree with me," She said. "Why would Lucy agree?" I asked. "She used to be just like you and Lauren, thinking boys were icky, but by the time she was in Year 9 she was dating a boy," Mum smiled at me as she pulled me up from the vanity table chair, into a standing position. "And you were okay with her being with a boy?" I asked, confused. "Oh don't worry Ellie, they were only kissing and holding hands for a week before she broke up with him," Mum said. I nodded slowly and stayed silent, trying to hide the terror within me. I couldn't imagine dating a boy, not when I still thought like one! "The point is, as you get older, your body will start to change," Mum said as she pulled my blue tank top up over my head. "Some changes will be scary, some will be exciting, but know that your sisters and I will always be there to help." "Why can't I get dressed myself?" I asked, half irritated, half trying to ignore the talk of my young female body. Mum smiled proudly at me and backed away. "Just let me stay and make sure you look perfect," She said, standing by my bed. "Why do we have to wear uniform if we're only there for a couple of hours?" I asked as I pulled my jeans down to my ankles and flung them across the room. Mum gave me another disappointed look as she walked across the room and picked up the jeans, folded them neatly and placed them in a drawer. "Because all of the students will be wearing uniform. This is the Year Sevens first day of school, just without all the other year groups around them. You may not be Year 7 but you still have to attend preparation day, and that means you must wear your uniform," Mum said, picking up the white blouse from the bed whilst I groaned. Preparation day allowed the new students to get used to the school, without all the older students around them. It was only supposed to be for the new Year Sevens, but there were a bunch of older new students that would come in to get their timetables and student ID, and finally meet their form tutors. Some of those new but older students included Poppy, Lauren, Lucy and myself. Mum thrust my arms into the sleeves of the blouse and walked over to the chest of drawers, where the rest of my uniform was hiding. "If you're going to throw your clothes across the room like a child, then I will dress you like a child," Mum chided. "Button that up," she added, pointing at the buttons on my blouse. I stood on the spot, in my matching white bra and panty set, slowly sliding each white button into its hole in my blouse. I peaked at the two small mounds on my chest, which quickly disappeared after I buttoned up the blouse, but I couldn't help but notice that they hadn't grown any more since I first discovered them. I glanced at Mum's boobs as she turned away from the chest of drawers, holding the rest of my school uniform. Oddly, I felt jealous of her, having fully grown boobs whilst I only had tiny mounds. "There's no need to be ashamed Ellie, darling, yours will start to grow soon. Lauren is going through the same thing," Mum said as she sat down in front of me, sorted out my collar and draped the black school tie around my neck. "Going through what?" I asked. "Well, honey. I know this can be a sensitive subject for some girls, but there comes a time in a girl's life where her body starts to change. Hormones swirl around inside you, making lots of things happen that can be scary at first," Mum said as she began tying my tie neatly. "You know it's happening when you have your first period," Mum gave me a comforting smile, as if a period was something really to worry about. "My first what?" I asked, confused. "Well, Ellie dear, have you noticed anything different...down there?" Mum asked, pointing with her eyes down to my panties. I had mostly avoided looking down there, but I knew that nothing down there was any different compared to yesterday or the day before. "I don't think so," I said, uncertainty filling my voice. "Then you don't have to worry just yet. Lauren wouldn't want me saying this, but she hasn't had her first period yet either," Mum winked at me. "How do you know?" I asked. "I wash her underwear, silly. Trust me, I'd know if she's been bleeding down there," Mum said, a smile slowly forming on her lips, but it quickly vanished when her attention moved to the window. "...Bleeding?" I asked, trembling, but Mum didn't seem to hear. Mum knocked her fist against the window, huffed angrily and pulled the lavender coloured curtains closed. Forgetting the deep terror growing inside me as I thought of something bleeding 'down there' I asked, "What wrong Mum?" "There is some pervert of a child living in the house across the fence, watching us. Lucy told me about him last night but I didn't believe her, now I do," Mum said, turning to me. "Eleanor, I want you to close these curtains whenever you are getting changed. If you ever see him watching you again, I want you to shout for your father or myself, and we'll handle it. Do you understand?" Mum asked, fuming. I nodded meekly. "Good, now lets get you dressed and ready for the photo," Mum said, regaining her composure as she grabbed my black school blazer and slid my arms into the sleeves. "Photo?" I asked. "Dad is going to take picture of you and your sisters in your new school uniforms. We'll have the photo framed and up on the wall, just as soon as you get back from your first day at school! Exciting huh?" Mum said, smiling ecstatically. "I can't wait," I lied. I walked over to the chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of black woven trousers, which I had planned to wear instead of the black pleated skirt. "Eleanor," Mum announced as she moved right behind me. "It's still summer, you should wear a skirt like all the other girls," Mum declared. She knelt down behind me, placed something behind my feet, stood back up and put her hands under my armpits. "You can wear your trousers when it gets colder, in the winter. For now, you and Lauren will wear your skirts," Mum said as she lifted me up and took a step backwards, and then lowered my feet into the skirt that she had placed on the floor. "What about Lucy?" I asked, humiliated. "Lucy is old enough and mature enough to know what to wear and when," Mum said proudly as she pulled the black pleated skirt up my cleanly shaven legs. "Tuck that blouse in for me, Ellie," Mum smiled as I turned around, my long golden hair and the black pleated skirt swirling in the air. I stuffed the loose hanging blouse beneath my skirt, briefly feeling the flatness of my groin and the white cotton of my underwear. That was another thing that puzzled me, had that area been flat all along? Did my kidnappers brainwash me into thinking there was something more than just a small slit down there? They must have, because if they didn't, then that would mean the story of the magic dress was true! I felt there was some sort of magic going on, either way, because whatever spells my kidnappers put on me to think I was a boy was broken that day. Maybe it was because my real parents came back, maybe it was the dress, I would never know. Mum left me to pull on a pair of knee-high white socks, which I wouldn't of minded wearing if I was wearing trousers like I planned, but instead I was stuck wearing the skirt. I slipped on a pair of black ballet flats and headed downstairs, where Lucy was standing in the lounge with Lauren standing on her left. Mum positioned me like a mannequin on Lucy's right, and I was told to stay still and smile like my sisters. I could tell that Lauren and Lucy were not enjoying this, but they were doing it for Mum and Dad, and so was I. Mum stood beside Dad as he held the camera, counting down from five. I knew this photo would be treasured, as it was the first family photo with me in it, but it was going to look very bland. There was almost nothing in the background, just a large front window that looked out into the front garden, and a plain white sofa beneath it. The whole lounge was empty aside from two couches and a large flat screen TV, and only a few photos had been hung up on the walls. "Smile, girls!" Dad said, overflowing with joy, and then the camera flashed. There it was, the first photo of me in my new life. When we arrived at the school, Dad parked the car on the pavement just outside, and Lucy, Lauren and myself jumped out the door. Mum made sure she gave each of us a big wet kiss before we were out of her reach, so each of us had faint red lipstick marks on our cheeks once we were all standing on the pavement. "We'll pick you up in two hours, that's when they say you'll be done," Dad said. "Ellie, your backpack!" Mum screamed just before Dad was about to drive off. I looked at my shoulders, and noticed that I had nothing on my back, and honestly, I wanted it to stay that way. Dad bent his arm around his chair and plucked my pink Roxy backpack from the seat behind him, where I had been sitting, and held it out the driver side window. Lucy grabbed the backpack, which was planned to decorate my back for the next few years of my school life, and dropped it into my waiting arms. It was unusually light for a school bag since there was nothing in it except for a zip-up pink pencil case, a couple of forms and a bottle of water, which was all we were expected to bring on a hot summers day with no lessons. The three of us waved as Dad said "Have a nice first day, girls" and Mum was starting to tear up. Lucy turned us all around and we walked through the side gate entrance to the school, the sound of Dad's car accelerating away slowly fading. "Don't forget to hand that form in!" We heard Mum shout as the car vanished into the distance. "I wanted to get us away before Mum tried to kiss all of us again," Lucy said, smirking. The school grounds were almost completely empty, with the staff car park only half full. This was because the Year Sevens had come to the school at 8:30am, and were in the middle of their first day of school. This was all part of preparation day, which allowed the new students to experience a full day at school, on timetable, just without all the other older students around them. It was much different for us, the special cases, because we didn't have any lessons. There weren't enough of us to fill a classroom, so we only came in to find out which tutor group we would be in, and who our form tutors would be. Along with getting our time tables, student Ids, and getting to know our form tutors, we would also be having lunch, which would take only two hours altogether. Having to stay for only two hours, whilst the new Year Sevens had to stay for a full six and a half hour day, was something that made me glad I had skipped Year 7. Even though after today, we would all be doing full days for the next four years of schooling. We walked around the staff car park, past a large two storey building painted blue and white, and stopped outside a two meter high fence with a gate that began to slowly slide open as we approached. Poppy was standing on the other side of the fence with a tall skinny man holding a clipboard. She rushed towards me and flung her arms around me, pulling me into a hug that was fast becoming our default way of greeting each other. Her jet-black hair was casually tumbling around her shoulders, without any noticeable style but still shining and smooth just like my blonde hair. "You must be the Dawson sisters, which one of you is Eleanor?" The tall, skinny man asked. I nervously raised my hand, whilst Lauren spoke for me. "This one," She said, prodding my shoulder. "You're in 8C1, Miss Jones here will show you the way," The man said. Poppy squealed with excitement beside me. "Lauren Dawson," Lauren froze on the spot as the man said her name. "You're in 8W1, just follow the corridor behind me," He said, half looking at the clipboard, half motioning with his head to the open blue door behind him. "You're splitting us up?" Lucy asked, sounding a bit upset. "I don't make the decisions," He said, trying to sound apologetic. "But I do know they'd never put two sisters in the same tutor group." "Why not?" Lauren asked. "They believe putting two sisters together would be a constant disruption in class," He said, shaking his head as if head didn't believe it himself. Poppy snorted with laughter whilst the rest of us nodded slowly, she must have known something we didn't. "Lucy Dawson, you are in 10M1, so follow your sister through the blue door behind me and you'll be directed to where you need to go," The man finished, and didn't say a word more. Poppy pulled me away by the hand, whilst Lauren and Lucy disappeared behind the blue wooden door, which led into the central 'quad' of the school. "Meet in the main hall at lunchtime," Lucy shouted just before she and Lauren were out of sight. Poppy didn't pull my hand for very long, as we found ourselves standing outside the door to the two-storey building we had passed on the way into school. We were standing only a few meters from the gate that we had just gone through, and the skinny man with the clipboard was only a few feet away. Now I know why Poppy laughed at me and Lauren being split up, it was because we?re both in the same tutor group! I guess it was kind of funny that they would split up sisters, but not best friends. Especially funny since Poppy and I seemed to be inseparable whenever we were near each other. I knocked on the wooden frame of the double doors and waited for a reply. Neither of us could see through the glass windows on the double door, since there was some sort of thick black curtains on the other side of the door. ?It?s open, please come in!? shouted a jolly, slightly muffled female voice from inside the room. I pushed the door open and stepped into an almost pitch black room, Poppy following behind me. We heard the click of a light switch and several fluorescent lights started flickering. We couldn?t see anyone in the room, which was long and vast, spanning the width of the whole building, with no tables or chairs to be seen. The fluorescent lights above us were now fully turned on, whilst more light running along the roof to the other end of the room began to flicker. The curvy figure of a woman, about Lucy?s height, began to appear in the middle of the room, at least ten meters away from where Poppy and I were standing by the door. The fluorescent lights right above the woman began to flicker just like the ones before them, illuminating her face for a few moments before shrouding her in near complete darkness once again. There was something wrong with her face, something incredibly scary. Her eyes were just deep dark holes, her face was lined with gold, and her cheeks painted red and made of a strange plastic material. The pitch-black space behind her, the flickering lights, it was like some terrifying nightmare that Poppy and I had stepped into. ?BOO!? The woman shouted just as the fluorescent lights above her stopped flickering and illuminated her completely. Her face was like stone, not moving an inch, no emotion apart from the huge twisted smile that her golden lips formed. Poppy and I both jumped with fright, absolutely terrified. It felt like we had moved back several miles, but we had only taken three steps back. Poppy wrapped her arms around mine and we both curled over, turned away, expecting to be murdered within moments. ?It?s okay girls!? Said a much gentler voice from behind us. We slowly turned around, arms partially covering our faces. Standing before us in the now fully lit room was the same curvy woman, but her face was much less terrifying. She was wearing black jeans and a red turtleneck jumper. Her long and straight blonde hair circled around her lightly tanned round face and down her shoulders to end in brown tips. Her smile engulfed her face from ear to ear, but was much less twisted and evil compared to before, and her lips were now pale red instead of bright gold. But why was her face so terrifying before? I could tell both Poppy and I were wondering that. She was holding an ornately coloured Venetian mask in her hand, which we seemed to notice last. ?Oh? Poppy and I said together. ?I?m sorry I scared you, girls. I guess that was just a little slice of revenge for me, since you kept me waiting so long," The woman said, smirking at Poppy. ?What do you mean?? I asked. ?Your friend here was standing by the gate for at least ten minutes," The woman said, smiling. ?I was waiting for my best friend to arrive," Poppy grinned at me. ?Oh, best friends? That will make joining the tutor group much easier for you," The woman said confidently. ?So you?re our form tutor?? Poppy asked. ?Yes, that?s me. My name is Ms Moon, and you must be the two new girls I was told to expect today. Now which one of you is Poppy?? Ms Moon asked, smiling broadly. Poppy raised her hand cautiously. ?That means you must be Eleanor, then," Ms Moon settled her eyes on me, whilst I nodded slowly and stuttered out a ?Yep.? ?Well, lets get started. Please take off your shoes and bags, and there are coat hangers on the wall if you want to take your blazers off," Ms Moon said as she turned around and walked towards the center of the room. Poppy and I slid off our shoes and rested our bags beside each other on the wall. Poppy slipped off her blazer and hung it up, and then decided to slide my own blazer off and hang it beside hers. ?Are there any nicknames that you girls prefer?? Ms Moon asked. ?Ellie or Elle," I said, ?Sometimes I call her Pops," I added. Poppy nodded in agreement. I noticed that behind us, in a small corner on the right side of the room, was the only organised space that looked anything like a regular classroom. There were two or three desks joined together, with vastly overused bookshelves and filing cabinets on the wall behind them, filled with folders, files and books. Along with the bookshelves and filing cabinets, there were several cupboards with the doors half hanging open and colourful props and costumes poking out, and a sink surrounded by various makeup brushes and cosmetic products. As we walked towards the center of the room, we noticed dozens of coloured stage lights hanging from metal rigging on the roof, each of them pointing in different directions. Ms Moon carried a stacked pile of three ordinary red plastic chairs and arranged them on the floor in the center of the room, in a way that two chairs faced one. Poppy and I walked slowly to where Ms Moon had arranged the chairs, and were marvelling at the wide-open space, the colourful lighting, the lack of any organised tables and chairs. The room was just plain blue carpet and black walls filled with photos, paintings and students work. Most of the windows had thick black curtains pulled across them, leaving the room lit only by the fluorescent lights, but also making it feel safe, private, and secure. ?Is this going to be our form room?? Poppy asked hopefully. ?It will be Pops, yes," Ms Moon said as she rushed off to the overflowing bookshelf and pulled out a thick blue folder, which was also overflowing. ?But Ms Moon, there aren?t any chairs or tables," I pointed out. ?Don?t worry about that Ellie, we don?t normally use tables and chairs in Drama, so they get hidden behind those curtains at the back of the room," Ms Moon said, taking a breath as she sat down on the single chair, facing us with the blue folder in her lap. ?Take a seat, and call me Jenny, please!? We sat down on the two chairs facing her. ?But none of the other teachers we met at registration told us their first names," Poppy pointed out. ?Well, Poppy, we like to be a bit more casual in Drama, more personal. We like to build friendships between teachers and students, instead of just shouting out orders," Jenny said, eyeing us up and down. ?We also believe that the state of our uniform doesn?t affect our work in Drama, so why don?t you loosen those ties a bit and make yourselves comfortable.? Poppy and I raised our hands to our ties and loosened them, and gave each other excited grins as we undid our top buttons. ?The head teacher doesn?t seem to mind seeing my students with slack uniforms, as long as it?s during a Drama lesson. Know that I will always make sure your uniforms are back up to standard before you leave for your next lessons," Jenny said, trying to sound strict, but for a woman that seemed eternally happy, her strict side was hard to believe. ?Can we stay like this for today?? I asked. ?Of course you can Ellie, but only for today. I don?t want to be getting any complaints about your uniform in the future, and that goes for all of my students," Jenny said. ?When do we get to meet the rest of our tutor group?? Poppy asked. ?You?ll both meet them tomorrow, the first day of term for the rest of the school. Which reminds me, here are your planners and timetables," Jenny flipped open the blue folder and pulled out two new planners, which were like diaries for students, inside which they could write down homework assignments and school events. Jenny then handed us each a small A4 size piece of paper, with a large table on it that showed the five days of the week, with each day split into six periods. The lessons we would be studying were: English, Mathematics, Science, Technology, Art, Drama, Geography, History, ICT, Spanish, Music, Physical Education, Religious Education and PSHE. I hadn?t been in education for a year, so I didn?t even know which one of the subjects I would end up enjoying, but also had no idea which ones I would hate. ?I noticed that the two of you share several of the same classes, including Drama with me first thing on a Tuesday," Jenny pointed out. More good news, Poppy was going to be with me in Drama, Music, Maths, Art, P.E, Science, History and Geography. ?Meaning your first lesson of your first day will be with me, so I?ll have some more time to help you ease into school life and get everyone introduced to you. If it makes you feel any better, there aren?t many people in your Drama class that I know, so we?ll all be strangers," Jenny said with a sly grin. ?What are we going to do in the lesson?? Poppy asked. ?Well I think we?ll just start by getting to know one another, but I?ll tell you the rest tomorrow when the rest of the class is sitting around you. I suspect it will be the same for each of your classes, the real work will begin next week when everyone is settled," Jenny said, smiling. ?Last but not least, your student Ids. You?ll need these for taking out library books, signing on to computers, that sort of thing," Jenny handed each of us a thin plastic card, like a credit card, which had our photos taking up half the card and our names printed in capitals beside it. Other details such as our phone numbers, tutor groups and form tutors were printed beneath. Jenny signed a few pieces of paper in the thick blue folder before closing it and rising. Poppy and I rose with her, timetables folded and stuffed into our planners, and our student Ids clutched in our hands. ?Well, girls, I suppose I can send you off to lunch, but there is one thing I wanted to ask you," Jenny said as we slowly walked towards our discarded belongings by the wall. ?Have either of you done any acting or modelling, in the past?? Jenny asked. Poppy and I both shook our heads, puzzled. ?Well, seeing your terrified expressions when you came in, there was real fear in your eyes," Jenny began, but Poppy butted in and said, ?That?s because we were really terrified.? ?Well, I understand that. But you see, many students are a bit more reserved, so their expressions are never truly to the full extent. Your expressions, however, there were no reservations. I could see the true fear. That ability that you have to fully express yourself could prove invaluable to an actor. I was just thinking you two might be interested in joining the Drama workshop, perhaps auditioning for roles in future school productions?? Jenny finished, smiling broadly. Neither Poppy nor I could think of an answer, so we stayed silent as we slid our shoes, bags and blazers back on. ?Think about it, girls, and I?ll see you tomorrow.? ?Oh, Jenny!? I blurted out, suddenly remembering the form in my backpack. ?Yes, Ellie, have you already thought of an answer?? Jenny asked, sounding hopeful. ?Well, not yet, but there?s a form I have to hand in to the school," I said, looking over my shoulder at my backpack. Poppy moved quicker than me and unzipped my Roxy backpack. She ruffled around inside and pulled out a green piece of paper. ?This one?? Poppy asked, smiling. ?That one," I said, smirking back. Poppy handed the form over to Jenny. ?I?ll get this to where it needs to go, don?t you worry," Jenny nodded at me. ?Thanks, Jenny," I said. ?You girls hurry off to lunch before the best meals are gone! I?ll see you tomorrow!? Jenny said. We stepped out into the daylight, with Jenny smiling and waving as she slowly closed the door behind us. There were tons of Year Sevens around us, all talking about the lesson they just had, and all moving towards the main assembly hall to have lunch. ?It?s going to be great having Jenny as our form tutor," Poppy said as we moved through a crowd of nervous Year 7 girls, each of them staring at us as if we were gods, or rather, goddesses. We walked into a huge lobby area, which had multiple corridors leading into it from the History department, the Quad, the Science block and three huge sports halls that were used for P.E and exams. Poppy led me by the hand towards a queue of Year Sevens, boys and girls, and we were at least a foot taller than all of them. Every one of them was looking at Poppy and I as if we were some sort of school celebrities, but just because we were taller than them? Maybe it was our loose ties and open top buttons, since we were the only ones that didn?t have a completely perfect uniform. Was that making the little Year Sevens think we were the ?cool kids?? The queue was for the school kitchen, which was selling school meals, hot and cold. Poppy bought us two fruit cups before we could be tempted to get one of the delicious looking desserts, and we walked together into the large main hall where everyone was having lunch. Only a handful of tables had been set up, and each seat looked to be occupied by a Year 7 eating his or her lunch. Poppy and I talked quietly between us and slowly walked along the side of the hall, searching for an empty seat and not finding one. Eventually, I decided to sit down on the main stage at the front of the hall. The stage spanned the width of the hall, and there were small steps either side of it that allowed people to get onto the stage as well as into the back stage area. I sat down on the steps whilst Poppy perched herself on the edge of the stage itself, both of us being careful not to flash anyone because of our short skirts. Another reason I would of preferred the woven trousers. ?Come up here, you can see more," Poppy said, grinning as she grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled me up. I joined her on the edge of the stage and we sat down side by side, occasionally picking at our fruit cups whilst looking out across the main hall. I noticed that a small herd of Year 7 girls had gathered nearby, each of them would glance at us every so often, and would shyly look away when we noticed them. Each of them had loosened their ties and undone their top buttons, and most were holding small fruit cups just like Poppy and myself. Lucy and Lauren joined us a few minutes later, and we started to talk between ourselves about our new form tutors, classes, and timetables. We ignored the growing crowd of Year Sevens that seemed to be edging closer, as if trying to look like they were part of our conversation. Lucy?s form tutor turned out to be another jolly person, Mr Thomas, an art teacher, whilst Lauren?s form tutor was Ms Montoya, who was also mine and Lauren?s Spanish teacher. As we talked, a small girl with brown pigtails walked towards me. It looked like she was about to poke me, until she realised I was looking at her, and she froze on the spot. For some reason that I couldn?t understand, she was scared to approach me, or us, but she found the courage to move a few steps closer and ask, ?Excuse me, can I sit next to you?? I looked at my sisters and Poppy, and got a clueless shrug from each of them. I smiled my most comforting smile at the small girl and said ?Yeah, sure.? She smiled back, suddenly not scared of me anymore, and walked up the steps. She navigated herself around Lucy, Lauren, Poppy and myself and sat beside me, making sure it looked like she wasn?t a part of our conversation. She kept it that way, too, by not saying another word to any of us, but I knew she was still listening intently to whatever we talked about. Soon more girls and boys came and sat next to her, talking amongst themselves, but it felt like they were also competing to get closer to our little group. Lucy looked at each of us with a grin. ?Looks like we?re celebrities," She said, each of us giggled.