"...top bitch at the end." Wait, what?
Carter had been walking past, on her way to her dorm, when she heard this. Grinning ever so slightly, she stopped at the cracked open door and peered in. Ah, so it was the little Miss Perfect Isabella. She couldn't be a bitch if she tried. Well, she technically wasn't one to everybody else. But she rubbed Carter the wrong way. Too nice. And who was this other girl? A name didn't come to mind. Must be new. Deciding she was going to stay here to see what was going on, she looked around. No teacher in sight. New people that walked down the hallways gave her strange looks, but returning students didn't give her a second glance. They were used to her.
When no response came, and she got bored, Carter eased the door open enough to get inside and clapped, slowly. A smile was on her face as she said, "Great job, ladies. That was a great way to start my year. Loved the show." She was wearing her uniform mostly right, her skirt wrinkled from when she hadn't bothered to iron it, her jacket not buttoned. Why bother if she was getting detention soon anyway?