“Will you stop chewing that gum?” mother said form the front, making the girl in the back arch an elegantly trimmed eye brow and blow a bubble with the gum.  That was her answer.  The woman looked at the man driving, it was clear to see she was expecting him to say something but he didn't, he really wasn't in the mood for one of the tantrums they frequently got from Evie.  He just wanted to drop her off at her new school and then get home.  She had been a pain the last few months and he was ready to have some peace and quiet at home.<br/><br/>Evie sat looking out the window with a bored expression as she continued to chew the gum noisily. She wasn't thinking about this new school, she had been to many and this was just the latest.  She had seen the brochure, but she hadn't seen the stuff her parents had.  She had no idea what awaited her, she didn't care, she would soon find her feet and start tormenting folks.  That was what she did.<br/><br/>The school building loomed in front of them and she sighed, there were a lot of out buildings, a pool and gym, the usual things.  There were a lot of people heading off towards some gathering, but she couldn't see where they were going.  It was early to be up, she hoped this place didn't have some weird exercise regime.  That would just be a fuck up.<br/><br/>The brand new Mercedes pulled up in the car park and her father, arsehole, then he got out.  Evie opened the door and got out, she was wearing expensive designer jeans, sweatshirt, boots.  Everything had a label and price tag.  She knew this hole had a school uniform and she had NO intention of wearing it.  She didn't do school uniforms.<br/><br/>They walked up the steps to the entrance and she was greeted by a woman who was some sort of receptionist.  She gave her parents a quick peck and then went in.  they had a plane to catch.  Selfish bastards going off on vacation.  She was told the school was at an assembly.  If she wanted to go she needed to get rid of the gum and head out on the path to the right of the main door.  She was then to report back here to meet the Headmistress and be assigned her personal tutor.<br/><br/>“oh woopee” she said, “wont that be fun, I get my own tutor” she sighed and moved to the side, there was a nice little pen pot there, silver with some inscription in it.  She slipped it into her pocket and removed her gum, sticking it on the shelf in its place.  She then sauntered out along the path, she didn't give this place much hope.  She would soon be having fun here.<br/><br/>Fuck she needed a ciggie, but the old bitch of a mother had confiscated them.  She would have to try and find another.