Chapter 1, you’ve got to be fucking me (please?)

“You have got to be kidding me.”  Ashley seethed as the car pulled to a stop outside a giant iron gate blocking the entrance to her new school and home.  Once the driver punched in a seven digit code the gates slowly swung open, and Ashley swore she heard trumpets inducting her to hell.  Continuing down the road at a mere 20 mph there was still no sight of the school, or students, just the woods that surrounded them. 

Upon looking down at the uniform  of white knee highs, platform Mary-Janes, a dark blue and green plaid skirt that she rolled so it came to above her knees, topped off with a white button down blouse, not tucked in; Ashley grimaced knowing it was as good as it was going to get.  Her dark curly hair flowed and bounced just below her shoulders.   Dark nails tapped the glass window in eagerness as the school finally came into view.  “holy shit,” Ashley whispered to herself at the sight “they sent me to a fucking shit hole.”

“It’s nicer inside” the driver offered only to receive a sharp glare.  Ashley reached into her pocket feeling the small pills and pulling them out.  Some of there blue color had melted onto her skin from the heat of her hand, she knew it would taste like ass, but she needed the reassurance as she popped them in her mouth and dry swallowed.

The car stopped at what Ashley would presume to be the front door, which was the size of at least two more of her on her shoulders. “Damn.” She said sizing it up.  “It’s something isn’t it?” came the haggard voice of a woman dressed in what looked like a lack burlap sack.  “My name is Miss Crawl, and you must be Ashley Davies?” the woman asked extending her hand getting nothing in return. “Well, welcome to St. Agatha Christy’s School Girls.  If you’ll just follow me we’ll find out with whom you’ll be rooming, and your schedule.”  Grabbing her suitcases Ashley and Miss Crawl made their way into the worn down building.

“Uh, I should be getting my own room.” Ashley stated as the two made their way though the halls struggling with overstuffed luggage.  There were girls peeking out their doors and she could hear them whispering before they closed them.