“Ooh, you’re so lucky, you’re in Bluebell dorm. It’s one of the nicest rooms in the house! And I see here you’re in Thatcher house with me; everyone is really nice.” Lottie noticed a tall girl hovering nearby who had a face sprinkled with freckles, shoulder length red hair and watery blue eyes. If Lottie was shy then this girl was even worse and spoke in such a quiet voice although she did catch her name was Maud and that she was also new to Meridien. Her parents on the other hand were raucous and over confident; the father had a booming voice and the mother was trying to talk over him. They both had ruddy complexions and adorned similar outfits consisting of tweed jackets with leather patches on the elbows. The father wore mustard corduroys and the mother, bottle green. In contrast to her outfit, her blonde hair was whipped, teased and beaten into a crispy hair-sprayed nest on top of her head. Lottie's mother whispered in her ear,“I think they must own one of the range rovers outside. They’re from London, but they look and are acting like they live in the country!” she giggled before the father placed a a large, meaty hand on her shoulder and steered her towards the building where the sixth form were housed. It was perched on top of a hill with a freshly mown lawn on one side and woods on the other. At the top of the stairs, Maud was directed to another dormitory so they said their goodbyes and Lottie and Bea were sent to the end of the corridor by a girl with a serious expression and perky ponytail who also had a clipboard and appeared to relish bossing everyone about.
“Oh, hiiiii!” she smiled sweetly as she quickly recovered her composure, swung her long legs off the bed and sashayed towards them. Lottie tried not to appear rude by openly looking her up and down as she hated it when people did that to her (and Eden was doing that very thing to her right now) but she couldn't help it. Eden was tall with very long, honey coloured hair worn in a centre parting and curled into ringlets towards the end. Over her leggings she wore a soft cotton black T-shirt with a low V-neck through which she could see a hint of cleavage encased in a black lacy bra. On top of this was a very fitted short black leather jacket with slightly pointed shoulders. She wore several gold chains of different lengths from which various charms dangled. Lottie knew she was called Eden because of the shorter necklace spelling out her name in diamonds. Her feet were clad in black leather peep toe shoe boots covered in gold studs. Lottie stared at them and was sure she recognised them from a recent Gucci ad campaign. Swinging her eyes back to Eden’s face she took in the pale blue eyes with thick, impossibly black lashes, pencil thin, perfectly shaped eyebrows and large, full lips coated in pink gloss which curled up at the ends and appeared to be mocking her. The glossy lips parted and spoke, “and you are?”