Andrea

An Emo. That was how she was described and how people saw her. Yet there was more to her then just that. For the first time in her life, St Trinian's had allowed her a place where she could fit in. Until the age of thirteen, she had never really had any friends, but then she had come to St Trinian's and Miss Frittion had hugged her tightly then let her out into the wild world that was St Trinian's and all the tricks that they had played on her, she still shuddered at the thought of those first two nights.

The first week had been hell — actually the first month had been. Then she had found her clique and they had protected her from the Chavs. They had protected her from Taylor, from everyone. They had provided her with a feeling of belonging. She had found solace there, and understanding and a liking. She was able to be comfortable with who she was, and what she represented.

St Trinian's had always brought out the best in her, first her hockey skills, and then she had been able to get over her fear of heights. The heist, that day had been the scariest thing that she had ever encountered. The height was the worst, yet she had done it, even with Taylor there goading her. That was perhaps what had made it so successfully, that she had for once and for all prove Taylor wrong. Prove to everybody that an Emo could do something that frightened them, that they were human; she had shown everyone that day.

She listened to Kelly speak and smiled, she wasn't sure what was going to happen next year, but she knew she could cope with it.