“KENNEDY HIGH”
            Dean stared at the sign looming above her. She took a deep sigh and stepped into the hallway. In front of her, students were scurrying here and there, heading to their respective classes. She glanced down at the note in her hand. ‘Principal Cecilia Hall – Main Office’.

            “Great… where the ***** is the main office?”

            She scanned her surroundings and saw a small group of students crowding a locker, chatting merrily. They looked friendly enough, she decided as she headed towards them.

            “Excuse me…”

            Sam turned to find an unfamiliar figure standing behind her. For a moment she thought it was a guy but then, she realized it was a girl, a butch looking girl with short dark hair and black leather jacket. But the smile was warm and friendly. Even a tad shy…

            “Hi…” the girl said. “I’m kinda lost… Can you please tell me the way to the main office…?"

            “Yeah, just go straight down the hall and turn left…”

            “Do you know how many cows had to die to make that jacket?” Lily piped up, eyeing the jacket.

            An eyebrow arched up.

            “Lily!” Carmen exclaimed sounding horrified.

            “What? She’s practically a walking cowhide!”

            Dean fought the urge to laugh. “If you excuse me…” she said instead. “I’d like to go to see the Principal before class starts… Thanks for the directions…”

            The group watched as the new girl started to walk away but suddenly, she stopped and turned to Lily.

            “By the way, Miss WWF… FYI – This is faux leather…”

            Then she winked and walked away.

            Lily was turning bright red. “Oh, my…”

            “Lily! Are you blushing?” Carmen asked.

            “What…?” Lily protested. “Nobody ever called me that before…”

            “Is that all the reason?”

            Dean stood at the front of the bored looking class as the teacher read her admission slip.

            “Class…” she said at last. “Looks like we have a new student here… A transfer student from LA… De-anna McLeod…”

            “Actually that’s Dean-na McLeod…”

            Snickers can be heard from the class.

            “I see… Well, you can just sit anywhere you want…”