***Testing the Modern AU waters here… just a little test run so review if you'd like to see more of it… Enjoy.
Bridget tightened the straps of her backpack as she stood outside of the slightly run-down school building that stood in front of her. She gulped nervously remembering what her older sisters Florence and Ophelia had told her about it and how much homework she'd have every night. Since Bridget was in all advanced classes this school year, she'd have much more expected of her, which meant that left very little time to make friends and more time to study (something she had a hard time doing, but allowed her to continue to make her good grades which were needed if she ever wanted to get on the computer ever again). Bridget turned to look for her friend Rosetta, whom she had known since they were both in diapers, only to be unable to find her in the sea of students. Sighing, she turned back an started to walk inside through the hideous black doors (the mouth) of the beast that was her school. She walked up the stairs to the eighth grade hallway trying not to throw up her breakfast. It was her first time being in a public school, having been homeschooled up until this point by her loving, but very strict mother. Bridget was only one of six kids, which meant that she was on her own most of the time, considering that she had a younger brother, Milo, who was thirteen (making Bridget 14), and a baby sister, Pansy who was one. Bridget smiled slightly thinking about how she and Milo were going to walk home together with Rosetta after school today, but her smile quickly faded as she turned around the corner and saw the mass of peers crowded in the hallway. Bridget pulled out her schedule, and looked down at the number she had written on it earlier that week at orientation. "Thirty-one," she quietly said, as she made her way to a small, but tall metal door that was one of many in a huge cluster. This was what a locker was, and Bridget was curious. Bridget frowned as she looked back down at her schedule, looking at the combination she had also written down at orientation. Placing her hand on the dial, she spun it clockwise three times, stopping on the one, turning the dial counterclockwise stopping at the fifteen, and turning the dial back to clockwise one rotation until she stopped at twenty-nine. Bridget pulled upwards on the metal latch the kept the door closed, and slowly, the metal door swung open to reveal the empty metal interior. Bridget grinned; she had completed the task of opening up her locker. Bending down she opened up her backpack, an began to pull out her binders, and locker shelf. She organized the binders in the order of her classes, and quickly rolled up her backpack, pinning it with a clothespin she pulled from her pocket, and hanging it on the small hook at the top of her locker, along with her lunch. Smiling she grabbed her World History binder and book, and headed to the classroom, now prepared to start her first day of public school.
Oliver grabbed his World History binder and book, pausing only to fix his curly black hair in the girl next to his locker's mirror. She looked at him, her blonde braid moving as she put stuff in her locker. "Good morning Oliver," she said sweetly grabbing her math binder and book, and closing her locker. "Morning Stella," Oliver said as he passed her on his way to class, "I hope you remembered to do your math homework!" Stella rolled her eyes, and walked off to her math class. Oliver strode through the classroom door, and sat down in his seat. It was assigned to him, and he was glad Mrs. Orem gave it to him too. It was an ideal seat, middle row, but the second to last seat, he could get away with passing notes to Mike O'Malley (one of his few close friends), and still see the projector screen with no problem. Oliver pulled out his binder to start on his bell work that Mrs. Orem had put up for them all to do. Just then, a new girl walked in. She was tall, had long curly brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, bright blue-green eyes, a slew of freckles all over her arms and face. She was wearing converse, jeans, and a t-shirt that said "Woe is Poe" and that had a picture of Edgar Allen Poe on it. Mrs. Orem greeted her with her usual smile and gusto. "Class," Mrs. Orem announced as Oliver ripped out a piece of paper scribbling on it a note to Mike about Bridget. "Class," Mrs. Orem repeated smiling enthusiastically, "we have a new student. This is Bridget, say hello to Bridget class!" "Hello Bridget," everyone in the class said in sync with each other, the sound monotone. "Bridget, please have a seat behind Oliver over there, and begin to work on your bell work," said Mrs. Orem, pointing to the empty desk behind Oliver. Bridget's eyes scanned the room, her eyes wide as she found her seat behind Oliver. Oliver quickly folded his note to Mike, and handed it to him. He quickly finished the bell work questions, all the while thinking about Bridget, who now took up the empty desk behind him, would make a good addition to his circle of friends. Mike handed him his note back, as Oliver smiled. Mike agreed with him, Bridget would make a wonderful addition to their group friends, so long as Oliver talks to her after this class was over. The bell rang, and class started. Bridget would just have to wait until this class was over until she could be invited to join Oliver and his friend's at lunch, but until then, Ancient China would be the main focus.