"Look at him, thinking he's cool just because he's a twin. I'm a twin too, but no one thinks that's cool." Ann grumbled, sat with Jess on a bench outside the main building of the school.
"No one knows that you're a twin, Ann. That reminds me, when does she arrive?"
"Today. I don't see why she has to come here. If the police think Dad can't take care of her they could put her into foster care or something."
"Come on, that's a bit unfair."
"I know, I know. I just don't want her taking all of Mum, y'know? I already have problems with her liking you so much and you'll always be on my side."
"You've never told me her name. Your twin, I mean. I know your mum's name."
"Alice. Her name is Alice."
Raven glared at Rodrigo.
"Hello to you too," he said as he approached. When she didn't budge, he held up his arms. "I surrender, lock me up. Go on, do it."
"Shut up," she barked.
"Gosh, you're so childish." Raven was speechless for a second, then began to shout. With a wave of his hand, Rodrigo dismissed her. "Shush now. There are more important things to worry about. For example, who would win in a fight between a raven and a fish?"
Alice Clifford surveyed her new school with cold calculation. She picked out the richest and the poorest, the smartest and the dumbest, the ones to avoid and the ones to praise. With a flick of the hair, she strode up to what looked to be the Alpha Female.
"Oh my gosh, I absolutely adore your shoes. They are divine. Where did you get them?"
"Paris," the girl said, a note of amusement in her voice.
"I'm Alice Clifford by the way. What's your name?"
"I know who you are." Now the amusement was clear in her hardly concealed snicker. Alice was taken aback.
"Hey, Lal." The situation clicked as Alice heard her childhood nickname. She spun to face her twin.
"Hey, A." The pair smiled tightly at each other.
Alice noted the thinness of her twin and the way her arm was draped around the girl next to her.
Well, this was going to be interesting.
After having finally escaped Rodrigo, Raven slumped against a wall. She felt drained of all her energy. A voice piped up from next to her.
"Ah, Prodigiant. What is it?"
"I saw you were talking to Rod earlier."
"Yeah, I was. You know, for all his looks, he isn't half annoying. Wait, Rod?"
"Um, yeah, that's what I call him. He's obsessed with fish, so, fishing rod. Because fishing rods are bad for the fish, so it's kind of a subtle insult that he hasn't quite figured out . . ."
"Nice one. But when have you two talked?"
"He's in my Philosophy class."
"Oh. Isn't he really annoying?"
"So annoying. All the time. Good to look at though."
"I know what you mean, if he didn't open his mouth he'd be perfect. Well, not perfect, he'd have to be raven-like to be perfect but close enough."
"He should be preserved and just put on a pedestal so we can all look at him but not have to hear him speak."
"That's . . . really creepy."
"No, I like creepy. I mean, I like you. I mean, we should talk more often."
"Yeah, yeah we should."
Quinn smiled from around the corner as she listened to the friendship that was being born. They could handle it without her.