What a strange way to start the year, Leagsaidh thought to herself as she walked out into the hallway. No morning prayer and a threat that they would be sent to the police if the broke a school rule. She definitely wasn't in Ireland anymore.

Bag over her back and a whistle on her lips, she followed the signs reading 'Dorms', as she was told, curious as to who her roommate would be. It all felt so strange, so surreal. She didn't quite believe that she was actually there. It was so different from the schools she normally went to - for starters, there was a 'homeroom'. What was the need for that? Surely you would just get registered at the first class. And the lack of males was an alien factor, though it was doubtlessly one of the things that made her father choose this place. She predicted a long and arduous year ahead, though with the grace of God, it shouldn't be too difficult.

She was attracting a few looks as she walked past. To be honest, it was something she had gotten used to. She was pale and slim, with big blue eyes and and long ginger hair, adorned neatly with a red bow. Facially, she was extremely pretty, looking soft but playful, almost childish to a degree. Her body was lissom and sylph-like, honed through years of dancing, gymnastics and fencing. She wasn't necessarily buxom, but she wasn't small-chested either. Of course, pale-skinned ginger girls are hard to find in Asian countries, so that might have had something to do with it. And her clothes - a simple cotton summer-dress and matching knee-highs - showed plenty of skin without being suggestive. Maybe they just liked the way she looked? She tried smiling at those whose eyes she caught, but after making another girl blush furiously and look away, she decided it would be best of she just pretended she didn't notice. 

She came into a wave of girls looking all flustered about something. Some of them blushed and wouldn't look others in the eye, others looked more annoyed and resigned. A couple looked kind of cheerful, as if something really good just happened. A quick scan of the area revealed the culprit - a girl, maybe her own age, kept making her way through the ranks, bumping into people she passed by. These bumps seemed to have a bit extra to them. A quick hand here, a caress there, placed just in the right positions to make the bumpee either very happy or very flushed. She was clever, too, as she went about her perverted task; professional, almost. The only reason Leagsaidh caught sight of her was because she was far away enough to see, and there was a pattern to be picked up. Though in a crowd like this people were buffeted this way and that, it was only ever after coming into contact with this particular girl that anyone looked particularly disturbed.

[i]She's a right little Lilith[/i], thought Leagsaidh, a plan forming in her head. With confidence, she quickened her pace and soon caught up with the little lesbian. Innocently, she walked closely past her, not so close as for her to cop a feel without it looking blazingly obvious but just close enough so she could smell her perfume. When she was safely past the girl, she turned back, looked her in the eye and winked, as if to say [i]I know what you're doing[/i]. There, she smiled to herself. Now she'd have one forbidden fruit that she couldn't have. Just like Adam and Eve.

Soon enough, she closed in on her dorm room. She recognised it because whoever had written it out didn't seem to know how to put "Leagsaidh O'Donnell' into Kanji, so they just wrote it in Roman script. She took note of the other name - an 'Alice Murray'. That was a name that sounded like it could speak English, she thought. An American, most likely, or at the very least from the American continent.

She put her bag down on one of the beds, pondering whether or not she should stay and meet her roommate or go to Homeroom. In the end, she decided to wait for a couple of minutes. If Alice showed up, they could walk to class together. If not, it was no big loss: They'd meet at teh end of the day anyway.

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