forum Boarding School Lesbians 🏳️‍🌈

Started February 07, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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(What no they’re in the auditorium because the principal is going to do the start of year introduction for the new students
Do you not do that at your school?)

Oh sorry… want me to change it?)

(It’s alright!)

I slumped into the auditorium with a slight smile on my face. The day back was fun already. The confusion written on everyone’s faces tickled some sick amusement in my heart. To see cocked eyebrows, hear nervous laughs, and see the uncomfortable body language just made me want to laugh. Especially in the freshmen. I itched at the tall stocking and stretched as I found a seat near the front, yawning. Today would be a blow-over day. I just knew it.

I wiped my sweating palms on the front of my skirt, eyes flickering to the side as a girl sat down next to me, appearing to be amused. Everyone my age was a returning student…. I was probably the only new person in the grade.
As if going to a boarding school for the first time wasn’t nerve-wracking enough.

I quickly realized how rigid my body had gone and worked to relax it, lowering my shoulders, crossing my legs in an action I hoped seemed casual. My eyes slid sideways again to the girl next to me…. was I supposed to talk to her? Or should I just pretend she wasn’t there?

After grappling with myself for a solid five minutes, I cleared my throat quietly and turned to her, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. “Hey, I’m a little new here. My names Lauren, what’s yours?”

I crossed one leg over the other as I sat, yawning widely and throwing my arms up and behind my head. The buzz of laughter and speech purred through the auditorium as girls entered, swarming around the back and middle areas like an army of ants.

I glanced to my right, noticing a totally tensed up girl. I hadn’t seen her around before. Her throat-clearing caught my attention, somehow, over the noise. “Hey, there, I’m Alle. Alle Sumper.” I gave her a warm smile.

I raked a hand though my hair, returning her smile, though mine held traces of relief that she’d actually replied. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Was my answer too stiff, too formal? I hastened to add on, not wanting to seem like some sort of snob. “What grade are you in?”

I nodded in response, almost going back to what I was doing until she spoke again. “Oh? I’m in eleventh grade.” I glanced back at the nervous-looking girl.
“Which are you in?”

“Eleventh.” I balled my hands into fists, trying to find an outlet for the nervous energy crackling through my veins. “How long have you been going here?”

The girl looked nice enough, friendly and laid-back… hopefully, I hadn’t weirded her out yet.

I yawned and stretched my arms up. “I’ve been here since freshman year,” I said after my wide yawn, relaxing slowly. “You’re new, right?”

I nodded, lips parting to let through another stream of words, but a loud noise at the front of the room drew my focus away.

It was a stately, salt-and-pepper haired man who I recognized as the school principal, calling for our attention. I turned my head away from Alle as he cleared his throat again, a hush spreading rapidly over the other students in the auditorium.