The girls found themselves on a bus, bound for a school they were not supposed to attend. "I can't comprehend how they believe we're involved in Queen Mary's demise!" Darling exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration. 

 

"I'm in the same boat," Paris chimed in. "But if they spotted the spell from my staff, it implies that Morrisa might have been involved in her death."

 

Darling nodded, deep in thought. "Maybe I can discuss this with my uncle, if I can manage to get in touch with him."

 

Pearl, ever the peacemaker, attempted to lighten the mood. "Well, at least we're all in this together. Especially you, Darling," she said, throwing a playful wink at her friend.

 

Darling huffed in response, "I despise the fact that I'm here with you!" The two continued their good-natured bickering, providing a momentary distraction from their grim situation.

 

Meanwhile, Marvella sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the passing landscape outside the window. Paris, noticing her friend's silence, gently probed, "Mar, are you okay?"

 

Marvella sighed, her gaze distant. "It's just... My past was similar to this. I joined a gang when I was 10. My parents were too occupied with their royal duties, and I felt alone. I sought solace with people who showed me some semblance of love. Rebelling against my parents, I left the castle and started hanging out with them. It took me a while to realize the harm we were causing. Eventually, we got caught and were sent to jail. My parents managed to get me out, but they faced severe consequences. For everyone's safety, I had to leave Chaotic Town, and that's why I ended up in Libera." Marvella's confession hung heavy in the air.

 

Paris, moved by Marvella's story, offered a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry you had to experience that." The pair shared a moment of understanding, their bond deepening despite the handcuffs preventing a comforting hug.

 

As their bus journey came to a halt, the driver announced, "We're here." As the girls disembarked, their handcuffs were removed. They were greeted by a man who introduced himself as Principal Decan. "Welcome, girls, to The School of Saving, where we guide you onto the right path. Let my assistant and I show you around," he said, leading them towards the imposing building.

 

Before they entered, Darling couldn't resist one final quip, "Welcome to hell, I guess."

 

Stepping into the school, the girls found the interior strikingly dull, devoid of any color or personality. The assistant principal, Robin, greeted them warmly, "Hello girls, nice to meet you." The girls, however, remained silent, their minds churning with thoughts and concerns about their new circumstances.

 Robin is a character with a deep, rich, brown skin tone that glows with warmth. Her hair is a shade of brown that perfectly complements her complexion, flowing down in soft waves to frame her face. Her eyes are a mesmerizing brown, reflecting her kind heart and strong spirit.

 Robin is an embodiment of sweetness and kindness. She is always ready to lend an ear to those in need and offer comforting words. Her kind-hearted nature makes her popular among her peers, and she is often seen surrounded by friends.

 Despite her sweet demeanor, Robin is no pushover. She has a strong will and is not afraid to stand up for herself or her loved ones. She believes in fairness and justice, and anyone who crosses these lines is likely to witness her other side. This side of Robin is fierce and resilient, and she won't hesitate to stand her ground when necessary.

 

"This school aims to guide you towards the light and also teach you magic," Robin explained.

 

"Do you still offer magic and combat classes?" Pearl inquired, trying to find a silver lining in their predicament.

 

"Absolutely," Robin responded, "We're here to help and guide you in honing your magic or fighting skills."

 

"But what if we didn’t commit the crime and don’t need to be here?" Marvella challenged, her voice tinged with frustration.

 

Principal Decan, stepping in, responded with a touch of sarcasm, "We also offer classes to help with delusions."

 

"Did he just call us delusional?" Darling whispered to her friends, her eyes wide with indignation.

 

Brushing past the tension, Robin directed their attention to the school building, "Let’s show you around the school and your dorm."

 

As they walked around, Robin spoke about the school's impact, "This institution has transformed many individuals. We hope you four will be among those positively changed."

 

Paris, however, questioned the premise, "And if we don't change, what then?"

 

"In that case," Robin admitted, "we'd have to send you to prison. But we hope it doesn’t come to that."

 

Darling's face blanched at the mention of uniforms, "So we have to wear uniforms?!?"

 

Robin nodded, "Yes, it ensures that everyone is treated equally."

 

Finally, they reached their dorm room. It was compact, equipped with bunk beds. Darling groaned, "I think my claustrophobia is kicking in!"

 

Robin reassured them, "It's small, but there's enough space for the four of you." She pointed out their uniforms on a table and explained the school's daily schedule. With a final reminder about the imminent welcome ceremony, Robin left, leaving the girls alone in their new living quarters.

"This place is so...ugh!" Darling exclaimed, examining their small dorm room. "It's incredibly bland and lifeless!" Paris agreed, her gaze scanning the bare walls.

 

"So, what's the plan?" Pearl asked, looking at Paris.

 

"I'm not sure yet," Paris replied, her brow furrowed in thought. "Let's just attend the welcome ceremony, see how this place operates, and find out if there's a way to sneak out when necessary." The others nodded in agreement.

 

Next, they turned their attention to the uniforms laid out for them: a white shirt, navy blue blouse, red skirt with yellow lines, and black shoes paired with red socks. "I hate this outfit," Darling grumbled, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "I despise anything that isn't black," Marvella muttered. "And I can't stand wearing a skirt! Where's the choice in what we wear?" Pearl complained.

 Darling glanced at Pearl and couldn't help but comment, "Yeah, you would look odd in a skirt." Pearl shot back, "Darling, that's too gay of you to be thinking." Darling blushed, caught off guard.

 

"Alright, you two, knock it off," Paris intervened. "Also, we're not sure how open these people are to the LGBTQ+ community. So, let's just lay low on the flirting." 

 

"Well, that's more about you three," Darling retorted, "I've only got eyes for my boyfriend, and I'm straight!" 

 

Pearl feigned heartbreak, "Aww, Darling, you're breaking my gay heart." Darling simply rolled her eyes at Pearl's theatrics.

 

Suddenly, they heard the principal's voice over the intercom, instructing all students to gather in the auditorium. "Let's go," Paris urged, leading them to their first official event at The School of Saving.

 

The girls entered the auditorium, which bore a striking resemblance to a church. "Wow, I'm not surprised by this," Pearl commented dryly. They chose seats in the back row, next to a boy and a girl. Casually, Pearl draped her arm around Darling, who reacted with surprise and quickly removed Pearl's arm with a punch. "Ouch, babe, that hurt!" Pearl exclaimed. 

 

"I could do much worse!" Darling retorted, her face flushed. "Feisty. I love that side of you!" Pearl teased. Paris quickly intervened, "You two, stop it! Remember what we discussed in the room." But her stern words were belied by the blush that spread across her face as she looked at Marvella. 

 

Pearl shot back at her sister, "We should be telling you the same thing."

 

The girl sitting beside them suddenly chimed in, "Hey!" The girls turned to her, momentarily confused. "Sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I just wanted to say you two make the cutest couple!" she said, nodding towards Darling and Pearl.

 

"We're not a couple," Darling said at the same time as Pearl said, "Why, thank you!" Darling shot Pearl a glare while Pearl winked back.

 

"What're your names? I haven't seen you before," the girl asked, her curiosity piqued. The girls introduced themselves – Paris, Marvella, Darling, and Pearl.

 

"I'm Nora, and this is my boyfriend, Bellamy," the girl introduced herself and the quiet boy beside her.

 

"How did you two end up here?" Paris asked, curious about their fellow students.

 

"I blew up a store because they didn't offer me a discount even though I bought everything they had," Nora confessed nonchalantly.

 

"Uh... okay. What about you, Bellamy?" Paris asked, still processing Nora's admission.

 

"I'm just here because Nora is. I claimed to be her accomplice in the explosion, even though I wasn't involved," Bellamy explained. Nora leaned over and kissed him, evidently touched by his sacrifice.

 

"Wait, you confessed to a crime you didn't commit just to be with her?" Darling asked, astonished.

 

"Yep, I love her. I'd rather be here with her than be with my family," Bellamy confirmed. Nora responded by showering him with affectionate kisses.

 

"That's so sweet!" Paris cooed. 

 

The conversation then turned to why the girls were at the school. Marvella explained that they had been framed for Queen Mary's murder. "That's awful!" Nora empathized. They continued their conversation until the Principal entered the auditorium.

 

In the grand auditorium of the School of Saving, all the students were gathered, their expressions ranging from indifference to defiance. At the front of the room, a man stood behind a podium, his posture stiff and his face a picture of stern authority. This was Principal Dean, a man known for his extreme views on morality and sin.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a new year at the School of Saving," Principal Dean began, his voice echoing in the hushed room. "Our institution is a beacon of hope for those who have strayed from the path of righteousness."

 

His gaze swept over the crowd, eventually landing on the Chaotic Girls. "We have some new students among us today. Students who have committed grave sins, such as the murder of a queen."

 

Audible gasps filled the room as eyes turned towards the girls. Paris, Darling, Marvella, and Pearl sat rigid, their faces a mask of disbelief and defiance. They had been framed for a crime they did not commit, yet here they were, being paraded as murderers in front of a crowd of strangers.

 

"I know what you're thinking," Principal Dean continued, his eyes still fixed on the Chaotic Girls. "Why are we here? We didn't commit those crimes. We were framed."

 

His words were met with a murmur of agreement from the students. "And that, my dear students, is the very reason you are here. Because you believe you are innocent. Because you refuse to acknowledge your sins."

 

The room fell silent, the students taken aback by his words. "Sins," Principal Dean repeated, his voice a whisper in the otherwise silent room. "They are the stains on our souls, the dark marks that define us. But here, at the School of Saving, we believe in redemption. We believe in the power of repentance."

 

He paused, letting his words sink in. "We are all sinners. But it is not our sins that define us. It is our ability to acknowledge them, to repent, and to make amends."

 

As he spoke, the Chaotic Girls exchanged looks. They knew they were innocent. They knew they had been framed. But in this place, their innocence didn't matter. What mattered was the perception of their guilt.

 

"But remember," Principal Dean continued, his voice growing stern. "This is not a place of punishment. It is a place of salvation. You are here to learn, to grow, and to redeem yourselves."

 

His gaze turned steely. "And you will redeem yourselves. You will repent for your sins, whether you committed them or not. Because here, at the School of Saving, we believe in the power of redemption. We believe in the power of forgiveness. And you, my dear students, will learn to believe as well."

 

With that, Principal Dean ended his speech, leaving the students in a state of uncertainty and dread. As the students filed out of the auditorium, the Chaotic Girls remained in their seats, their minds filled with questions and doubts.

 

Despite his words of redemption and forgiveness, there was something off about Principal Dean. His obsession with sin and repentance, coupled with his disregard for their innocence, painted a picture of a man more interested in punishment than redemption.

 

As they left the auditorium, each of the Chaotic Girls was filled with a sense of foreboding. The School of Saving was not what it appeared to be, and Principal Dean was no saint. They would need to tread carefully, for they were not only fighting to prove their innocence but also to survive in this place of supposed salvation.

 

"That principal is so strange," Pearl commented, as they stood in the hallway after the welcome ceremony.

 

"I know! This is so frustrating," Darling agreed, her voice tinged with exasperation. "We're supposed to be in Libera right now, studying more magic and learning how to help the world, not being taught how to avoid sins!"

 

As they were discussing, Nora and Bellamy approached them. "Hey, guys!" Nora greeted them cheerfully.

 

"Hey Nora, hey Bellamy!" Paris responded, acknowledging the couple with a friendly nod.

 

"We just wanted to say, don't let Dean get into your heads," Nora warned, her tone serious. "That's what he wants - to manipulate you and gain control over your thoughts." Her words served as a stark reminder of the mental battles they had to be prepared for in this new environment.

 

Nora is a bundle of energy, constantly buzzing with excitement and enthusiasm. Her pale skin provides a stark contrast to the lively strawberry blonde hair that cascades down to her shoulders. Her hair, often tousled and wild, mirrors her personality - free-spirited, uninhibited, and full of life.

 

Her eyes, a bright shade of blue, are always wide with curiosity and anticipation, as if she's perpetually on the edge of a great adventure. They sparkle with a zest for life that is both endearing and, at times, overwhelming.

 

Nora's hyperactivity is a defining trait, making her an unforgettable presence. Whether she's excitedly chattering about a new discovery or bouncing around in sheer joy, her energy is contagious, spreading to those around her.

 

However, her constant high energy can also be exhausting to others. Nora can be too much to handle, her incessant enthusiasm and ceaseless chatter sometimes bordering on annoyance. But even when she's at her most exuberant, her intentions are pure. Nora means well and only wants to share her joy with the world.

 

Beneath her hyperactive exterior lies a heart of gold. Nora is kind and compassionate, always ready to lend a hand or offer a word of encouragement. She cares deeply for those around her and goes out of her way to bring a smile to their faces. Even when she's bouncing off the walls with excitement, her heart remains in the right place - full of love and kindness for all.

 

Bellamy is the epitome of calm and tranquility, a stark contrast to his vivacious girlfriend, Nora. With an Asian heritage, his skin is a warm shade of tan, complementing his dark, curly hair that softly frames his face. His eyes, as black as the night sky, hold a quiet wisdom, reflecting his introspective personality.

 

Unlike Nora's ceaseless energy, Bellamy is composed and serene. He is a man of few words, preferring to express himself through his actions rather than lengthy conversations. His quiet demeanor might make him seem aloof at first, but those who know him understand that his silence is not born out of indifference but from a place of deep thought and consideration.

 

His interactions are meaningful and deliberate. He listens more than he speaks, his eyes maintaining a steady gaze, absorbing every detail. When he does speak, his words are carefully chosen, each one carrying weight and significance. This thoughtful communication style is a testament to his introspective nature.

 

Despite his quiet demeanor, Bellamy is excellent company. His calming presence is comforting, providing a sense of stability amidst the chaos. He provides a safe haven for Nora, his steady calm balancing her whirlwind of energy.

 

His dark eyes reflect a depth of understanding, compassion, and patience, especially when it comes to Nora. He doesn't try to dampen her high spirits; instead, he allows her to express her enthusiasm freely. He is her rock, grounding her when she gets too carried away, and providing a peaceful refuge when the world becomes too overwhelming.

 

In the quiet strength of his presence, in his thoughtful silence and patient understanding, Bellamy is the perfect counterbalance to Nora's effervescence. They are a testament to the saying that opposites attract, their differences creating a harmony that binds them together.

 

"Thank you, guys," Paris responded appreciatively to Nora's advice. 

 

"Hey, join us for dinner!" Nora invited, her eyes sparkling with friendliness.

 

"Okay, we will!" Paris agreed, her face lighting up with a smile. Nora and Bellamy then walked away, leaving the girls to themselves.

 

"I like them!" Paris admitted, watching the couple disappear down the hallway.

 

"Same, they seem pretty cool," Pearl agreed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. 

 

The sound of the school bell echoed through the hallway, interrupting their conversation. "Let's head to class," Marvella suggested, her tone implying a sense of urgency. The girls promptly agreed and started to move towards their first class of the day.

 

As the clock struck seven, the students of the School of Saving made their way to the dining hall. The large room was filled with long tables, each one set with a simple yet hearty meal. The buzz of conversation filled the air as students found their seats, the atmosphere a mix of anticipation and unease.

 

The Chaotic Girls walked into the dining hall, their eyes scanning the room for a familiar face. They spotted Nora and Bellamy sitting at one of the tables, a small space left for them.

 

As they took their seats, Nora greeted them with her usual enthusiasm. "Hi, guys! How was your first day?" she asked, her eyes bright with curiosity.

 

"It was... interesting," Paris replied, her tone diplomatic. The others nodded in agreement, their expressions reflecting their mixed feelings about the day.

 

Bellamy, though quiet, offered them a small smile, his way of welcoming them to the table. As they began to eat, the girls and their new friends started getting to know each other better. They shared stories about their past, their likes and dislikes, and even their fears and hopes.

 

In the midst of their conversation, the doors of the dining hall opened, and in walked Nadine. She was a sweet girl, her smile warm and inviting. Spotting her best friend Nora, she quickly made her way to their table.

 

"Nadine! Over here!" Nora called out, waving her over. Nadine's face lit up at the sight of her best friend, and she quickly joined them at the table.

 

"Guys, this is Nadine. Nadine, these are the Chaotic Girls," Nora introduced, pointing to each of them in turn.

 

"Nice to meet you all," Nadine greeted, her voice soft and sweet. Her gaze landed on Paris, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. "Paris, right? I've heard a lot about you."

 

Paris smiled, pleasantly surprised. "All good things, I hope," she replied, her tone light.

 

Nadine nodded, returning her smile. "Definitely. Nora has told me a lot about you."

 

Nadine is a delightful blend of sweetness, intelligence, and passion. Her fascination with robots and technology sets her apart from her peers. With a mind always buzzing with ideas, she's often found tinkering with gadgets or engrossed in the latest tech developments.

 

Nadine's skin is a fair shade of white, providing a striking contrast to her short, curly orange hair. Her hair is as vibrant as her personality, often styled in playful curls that bounce with every step she takes.

 

Her eyes, a deep shade of green, hold a spark of curiosity and intelligence. Whether she's examining a new piece of technology or pondering over a complex problem, her eyes always reflect her deep concentration and determination. 

 

Despite her passion for technology and her warm personality, Nadine often feels like she doesn't quite fit in. She struggles with a sense of belonging, her interests and enthusiasm for technology setting her apart from her peers. It's not that she wants to conform, but rather, she yearns for a space where her love for robots and technology is understood and shared.

 

Though she sometimes feels isolated, Nadine doesn't let this deter her. She continues to pursue her passion with unwavering dedication, constantly learning, experimenting, and pushing the boundaries of what is possible in the realm of technology. She may feel like an outsider, but that doesn't dampen her spirit or her determination to follow her dreams. 

 

In fact, it is her unique perspective and innovative thinking that make her truly special. Nadine might not fit the conventional mold, but she is a pioneer in her own right, a trailblazer who isn't afraid to chart her own path in the world of technology.

 

As the evening progressed, the girls found themselves enjoying Nadine's company. Her sweet nature and gentle demeanor were a welcome change from the stern and strict atmosphere of the School of Saving.

 

Despite the strange circumstances they found themselves in, that night, the girls found a sense of camaraderie and friendship over their shared meal. They laughed, shared stories, and for a moment, forgot about the challenges and trials that awaited them. It was a small moment of respite, a glimmer of hope in their otherwise uncertain world, made possible through the power of friendship and shared experiences.

 

After a long and exhausting day, the girls returned to their dorm room at 8:30 pm. "I'm glad this day is over with!" Darling exclaimed, flopping down onto her bed. "Same!" Marvella agreed, letting out a weary sigh.

 

As they began to unwind, Darling's nose wrinkled, catching a scent that was disturbingly familiar. "Do you smell that?" she queried, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

 

"Smell what?" Paris asked, looking at Darling in confusion.

 

"Blood," Darling responded, her voice almost a whisper. Her vampire instincts were kicking in, the scent of blood stirring something within her.

 

Pearl, sensing the change in Darling, quickly stepped in. "Darling, don't," she warned, grabbing Darling's arm and pulling her away from the closet where the scent seemed to be emanating from.

 

Meanwhile, Marvella and Paris exchanged worried glances before slowly approaching the closet. With a deep breath, Marvella pulled open the closet door, and both girls let out a gasp of horror.

 

In the closet lay a dead body, its lifeless eyes staring back at them. A wave of nausea washed over them as they quickly backed away from the gruesome sight.

 

On the floor next to the body was a letter. Marvella, with shaky hands, picked it up and began to read. It was from Morrisa, and it read, "It's not over."

 

The reality of their situation hit them like a punch to the gut. They were still in grave danger. Morrisa was still after them, and she was not going to stop.

 

"We need to hide the body," Paris said, her voice filled with determination. 

 

"But where?" Marvella asked, her eyes wide with fear.

 

"We'll have to find somewhere... somewhere where no one will find it," Paris replied, her mind racing with possibilities.

 

As they began to plan, Pearl kept Darling at a distance, ensuring she wouldn't be tempted by the sight or scent of blood. Despite the terrible circumstances, the girls worked together, their bond strengthening in the face of adversity. 

 

While they were still in danger, one thing was clear - they would face whatever Morrisa had planned for them together, as a team. They were the Chaotic Girls, and they wouldn't go down without a fight.

 

Under the cover of darkness, Paris and Marvella slipped out of the School of Saving, a heavy burden wrapped in sheets carried between them. Their hearts pounded in their chests, their breaths shallow and quick as they navigated the shadowy path to a secluded area far from the school grounds. They worked silently and efficiently, their minds focused on the grim task at hand.

 

Once they had hidden the body, they turned back, their steps quick and careful as they retraced their path back to the school. However, as they neared the main building, a voice rang out, freezing them in their tracks.

 

"Hold it right there!" Principal Dean's voice echoed through the still night air, his stern figure looming in the moonlight. Beside him stood Assistant Principal Robin, a softer, kinder presence, but equally firm in upholding the school's rules.

 

Caught red-handed, Paris and Marvella could do nothing but stand still, their hearts sinking. "We can explain," Marvella began, her voice shaky.

 

"I'm sure you can," Dean cut her off, his tone icy. "Sneaking out at this hour, breaking school rules... I hope you understand the gravity of your actions."

 

Robin stepped forward, her expression more sympathetic. "We understand that you're facing a tough time," she said, her voice gentle, but firm. "However, breaking rules is not the solution. We're here to help you, but you need to cooperate with us."

 

Dean turned to Robin, nodding in agreement before turning his attention back to the girls. "Consider this a warning," he said, his voice stern. "Next time, there will be severe consequences."

 

Paris and Marvella nodded, their heads bowed in submission. As they turned to leave, Dean added, "And this warning extends to the rest of your team as well."

 

With that, the girls were dismissed. As they returned to their room, a wave of relief washed over them. They had been caught, but they had also been given a second chance. They knew they couldn't afford to make another mistake. The stakes were high, and they had to tread carefully if they were to survive in this school. Their journey was far from over, and they had to be prepared for the challenges that lay ahead.

 

Author Note:

The girls are back and better! Or are they? Anyways tell me what you think of the first chapter and what you think the rest of the volume will go! Ask me questions if you want! Hope you also enjoyed the new characters! See you next week!