Hot's First Year. Episode 1.

It was my first year at 99% Wicked School For Female Devils and I was really looking to it. On my twelfth birthday, I’d received a letter saying that I’d had a place put down for me at the school since I was born if I chose to accept it. So of course I’d excitedly sent back the form saying I’d like to accept the placement. The headmistress, Miss Firebell, then sent me back the instructions saying what my uniform was, where the school was, how to get there and what to do once I got there. My uniform consisted of a yellow t-shirt with a red jacket and black trousers and black shoes. The school was in London. I’d also got a map. My mum would either have to drive me or accompany me up there on the train. The letter also said that once I got to the school I was to wait at the gates like all the other first-years.
“Aren’t you excited, Hot?” Asked Mum, putting the last of my clothes in the suitcase and snapping it shut.
“Yes,” I said . “Do you know, I’d been wondering if you was going to send me to Miss Goatleg’s Academy, but this is better!”
“Oh, I wouldn’t send you to Miss Goatleg’s Academy, they’re way too expensive. And there’s the fact they’d probably turn you snobby. Now, I’ve decided I’m going to drive you up there. Travelling on a train makes me feel sick, and I can’t afford the ticket. So come on, help me carry your suitcases to the car.”
We’d got to London in a couple of hours. The map told us the school was more or less as soon as you got to London, down a lane anyone hardly ever goes. So as soon as Mum and I got to London we went searching for the abandoned lane.
“Here we are,” said Mum, after twenty minutes. “This road looks abandoned, don’t it? Hardly anyone’s turning off to come down here.”
We turned off and travelled down the road for a few minutes. Then: “Hey, Mum! I think I’ve found the school!”
I pointed. Just outside my window, was a large tall building. It kind of reminded me of a hotel, not a school. The only thing that gave it away was the long line of girls all about my age standing at the gates.