the PLOT (v2)

[` krii klaus!]

Crestview Academy for Girls does not have a brother school. Boys aren’t allowed on campus after nine. Some girls have attended the Crestview schools for all their lives, and do not know what it’s like to have school with boys. They have perfect little cream-colored lives with cloth napkins and argyle sweater-vests. An A minus is an awful grade. Lipgloss is a must. Miniskirts every day.

They are so fucked.

Winterthorne Academy is on the other side of the spectrum. It’s where you get sent when you “accidentally” light your neighbor on fire for stealing your cookies, or turn into a wolf to chase your local mailman. The castle they were located at has been shut down to the excessive murder rate and is now under investigation (way to go, guys). And guess which school has graciously offered their extra space to them?

And so it was that each and every boy and girl from Winterthorne packed up their bags, thoughts of sugarplums—well, sure as hell not sugarplums—dancing through their heads, and headed over to their new home. They boarded the trains and prepared for what they thought would be a vacation from school. Of course, the teachers at Winterthorne need a little fun in their lives—you would too if you had to take care of a bunch of delinquents.

So they just decided to leave out tiny details about Crestview Academy.

Like the fact that there was a uniform.

And dorms have been pre-decided.

And it was Crestview Academy for Girls.

But, hey. They’re relatively smart kids, right? I’m sure they can figure it out. Between the ironed uniforms laid neatly on their beds, the list of names on each room, and the fact that there appear to be NO GUYS should clue them in to something.

Then again, they’re in high school.

You never know.