New shoes, new you ~ Trixya

New Girl, New Shoes

Click, click, click... The sound of your prim and proper black shoes against the brick ground was the only sound at this new school as you walked towards the lobby. The only other sound was air whooshing and rustling the leaves in the trees, but this was quickly dimmed as you stepped into the silent lobby of this huge, looming building. You gaze around, awestruck by the high ceilings and general grandeur of the school, but your shocked stare was sliced dead by a cold, female voice addressing you.

"Mattel? Uh... "Trixie" Mattel, yes?" She asked, seeming to mock your name. You gave a small smile, nodding your head.

"That's me, ma'am."

"Right... Well, I'm sorry, but at Rupaul's Academy of Young Ladies, we like to address our students with their full names, Beatrice, so "Trixie" will have to be a nickname that your friends use." She blurted, assuming your name was a shortened version of Beatrice. You try to interject and tell her that your full first name is just Trixie, but she shuts you down quickly. "Well, Beatrice, I am Ms Leek and I am the matron of your dormitory. Your lesson now is..." She glanced at your timetable in her hands before swiftly continuing. "French. There's only ten minutes of this lesson before your lunch time, but this would be a good opportunity to introduce yourself, several of your class mates will be in your dormitory." She finished by giving you a stiff smile, which stopped you from interrupting her further, since at least she was trying to be kind to you.

She marched you up several flights of stairs, you followed along silently and dutifully. You were led through winding corridors until you eventually reached the french room. Ms Leek knocked twice on the door, not waiting for an answer before opening it herself and giving you a prod to shove you in, and a short introduction.

"Miss Visage - Your new student, Beatrice Mattel. Go on, Beatrice, introduce yourself." And with that, Ms Leek left you red faced, in the middle of a room of other girls. You looked at the teacher, expecting her to assign you a seat, but she just calmly said, "You heard her, introduce yourself."

"Uh... Hi. My name's..." Oh, lord, you were stuck in this mess now that Ms Leek had introduced you as Beatrice, so you play along. "My name's Beatrice, but please only call me Trixie. Thank you."

After the most underwhelming introductory speech ever given by a new girl, the class is tittering between themselves, scanning you all over to pick out things to bully you for. All but one strange girl, who started to applaud you fervently.

"Katerina!" Miss Visage hissed across the classroom at the clapping blonde girl. She slowly stopped, but was still smiling with her bright red lips. "Since you've taken a liking to Beatrice, you can look after her. It says here..." Miss Visage glanced at the register on her computer with all the student details on, just checking her facts. "That you're roommates now anyway. Beatrice, take that seat at the back, next to Katerina.

You gave a quick nod and slalomed through the desks, noticing the girls laughing at you. It's not like you didn't know why. You were the classic nerd, but with added pink. You had your polished black shoes, with frilly pink socks. You had your blazer on and tie on correctly, but you'd adorned it by stitching on tiny pink flowers and bows. You had braces on your teeth, but they were pink, and outlined by your exaggerated pink lipstick. You had freckles, which you covered with a bright pink blush colour. Your hair was tied into two curly pigtails tied with pink bows.

You, ultimately, looked like a loser among this froth of super cool girls, with tiny tight skirts, six inch heels, their ties discarded and their teeth perfectly straight without braces.

You hurried back to sit next to Katerina. She seemed like the only friendly one in this class, so you settled happily into your seat. The last few minutes of the lesson were left for the other girls to pack up their books, so you just sat stiffly, waiting. As soon as the bell rang out, the girls fled, but Katerina waited for you.