my new classmates

I step out into the hall to meet the other girls who I can only assume are the rest of my 'pod'. The fifty girls enrolled each year are split into groups of five, and grouped in the former hotel's rooms together. The manifest I was given had the names listed.
Kendall Lawrence
Kellie Lawrence
Kolleen Lesbeen
Lauren Massengill
Lucy Matthews

I assume, before even interrupting the gabbing, giggling students, that the two Nordic blondes are the Lawrences. They are mirror images of each other, quite tall, nearly six feet in their one inch heels. Telling Kellie from Kendall may be a little more difficult.

It is further obvious that the 5' 4" light-skinned brunette with the short cropped hair is Lauren, for some reason she is the only one of us with one of those "Hi, I'm.." nametag stickers on her jacket lapel. The white label, of course, has Lauren written in marker on it.

Through the process of elimination, the 5' 1" auburn haired minx must be Kolleen. It is her uniform the group is discussing at the moment. I step up to the group listening in.

"My God, Kolleen! You've read your handbook before you headed for class as we were instructed, haven't you? They are very strict about uniform violations. You don't want to get in trouble on your first day, do you?" the more cute than pretty brunette asks her. Lauren still is staring pointedly at Kolleen's wardrobe.

Besides having what the code would surely consider 'excessive' makeup, Kolleen has gone without the required chemise and tie. Her salmon-hued blouse is knotted into a halter, the buttons undone. This reveals plenty of cleavage, of which Lauren seems to have a tough time tearing her wide eyes away from. Her blazer sleeves are shoved up at the elbows and her skirt's been turned up so many times, it's a wonder her bum isn't showing. I wonder if she did without the required undergarment there, as well. The skirt looks even shorter, due to the fact that without the over-the-kneesox, there's more bare leg on display.

"Fuck the rules!" Kolleen smiles. "What are they gonna do kick me out?" She digs in her backpack. "Anyone want a smoke before class?" asks the girl, pulling out a pack of contraband.

My eyes grow wide as I recognise the imposing figure approaching behind Kolleen from the handbook. It's the Headmaster!

"There is also no obscenity or smoking allowed on school grounds, Miss Lesbeen!" he growls as he reaches out to snap the fag dangling from the fair-skinned girl's hand.