High School:Freshman

I'm not giving up on Dark and Twisty if that's what you're thinking. I'm still going to write about it for my dedicated readers. :D

Now, about High School:Freshman. I'm hoping to write three other stories after this one. You know; freshman, sophmore, junior, & senior. (And if anyone cared I'm a freshman! That's where I got the idea of the story.) Yes, I know what you're thinking. Is it going to be like the other high school stories written? I, personally, hope it doesn't turn out like that but, sighs what can you do? Oh, yeah. This story is slightly AU. Because Meredith still lives in Seattle like the majority of the rest of the characters. By the way if anyone was wondering they're all in the same class, err... grade. Sorry if that kinda confused you if it did. My school calls all the different grades classes, as in I'm class of 2011. So, yeah. And I'm also sorry if you weren't confused and I just confused you. :(

Chapter 1

She had dyed her hair pink over the summer for school, mainly to piss off her mom. But at the same time she liked it so it was a win-win for her. Her mother. How was she supposed to explain the Ellis Grey? Well for one she's a surgeon. A really good surgeon. One of the best they say. But a horrible mom. She's barely there and when she was there all she did was complain how she could do better and how she needed to be a doctor. What if she didn't want to be a doctor? Huh? What if she wanted to be an author or a teacher? Nope, not good enough for the Ellis Grey. Nothing is.

She looked around for anyone she reckonized. Sure she saw and knew people from elemntry and jr. high but would they remember the quiet girl in the back? Or, well front for those weird teachers who alphabetize the classroom. Before that she didn't have pink hair, at least now someone will remember the pink hair girl, right?

No, Meredith Grey is no loner. She has, had friends. Lots of them. Then when she wouldn't let them come over they thought that she was hiding something. It wasn't her fault she became dark and twisty. If anything its her mother's for trying to be the best she forgotting that at the same time she's a mother.

The hussle and bussle of high school was starting to get to her, or at least her tiny body. The outside and inside buildings were always packed with people. Being small has no advantages, especially when you're suck inbetween two heavy set guys. She finally squeezed through and scanned the halls for her classroom.

She checked her slip again, Jonson, Room 25.

"Room 20, room 21, room 22..." Meredith whispered counting the numbers as they pass by.

Unaware of her surroundings, two guys ran past her knocking her down. She could the snickering echoing in her head. She rolled her eyes and tried to pick up everything she dropped. She reached over for her notebook.

"Hi," a perky blond stood in front of her,"Need some help?" Before Meredith could answer she kneeled down with her picking up her algebra books,"I'm Izzie!"

"Meredith."

"What's your next class?" she asked overly perky. She was going to get on Meredith's nerves.

"Algebra."

"Really me too! I have Jonson!" she smiled wide.

Oh great.

"Me too," Meredith's frown deepened. A class with Barbie.

"Oh my god! Come on! Let's go," Izzie ushered Meredith into the crowded classroom that had round tables that reminded her of kindergarten groups.

"First day of school," the piette woman called out from the other side of the room,"Feels strange, doesn't it?" she chuckled,"Okay then, lets get to it! Here's the syllabuss for this year. I need your parent's signature and yours. I want this by Monday."

Meredith picked up the green packet. Her mom wouldn't sign it, she comes homes too late. When she does all she does is eat then sleep. Meredith learned where her mother keeps her stamp. Apparantly she has this stamp that has her signature of it and whenever she has papers to sign she stamps it. Meredith stole that stamp she found and used it at every oppertunity.

"Grey? Meredith Grey?" she called out for the third time.

Meredith flushed,"Here," she looked down in embarrassment. Now Jonson is going to remember her as the girl who can't even do role-call right! Just the way she wanted to start the first day.

"Get out your textbooks, we are going to start on page twelve. Order of Operations," she announced.

"Great," a boy scoffed,"Homework on the first day," he rolled his eyes. His name was Alex Karev. Meredith knew him from last year, he was an ass. Period. No doubt about it.

Meredith looked on the board for the assignment. Page twelve two-fourty, evens. Easy. She went through the assignment in a flash. She stared at the page in front of her filled with numbers. She looked to her left to see who's sitting next to her. Cristina Yang. Of course she was done first. She was always done first. She was so overly completitive about everything.

"I got done first," she grinned.

"Yup," Meredith tried not to roll her eyes. For the longest time Cristina has always been Meredith's competitor. In everything. They also had a weird relationship where sometimes they talked. It wasn't often but sometimes it was nice.

First period ended and Meredith walked through the halls looking for her next class. Art. She didn't want it. She wanted something else, like Spainish or French for her units to go to a university. But she got Art.

She sighed and sat in a brightly painted chair. The room had four rows of black tables that was actually two tables pushed together to make one big table. It kind of reminded her of her seventh grade science class when some lab tables in the back were pushed together to make one big one.

The art teacher, Mr.Eddison who wanted people to call him Mr.E, passed out a similar green sheet that Jonson passed out except that this one was for art. They also got a white supply sheet.

Meredith stared at the clock behind Mr.E as he read what they do in the classroom. The only words she heard was notebook and tomarrow.

A guy with thick black hair and blue eyes walked in the door. He gave Mr.E the green slip and walked over to were Meredith was sitting. She watched the way he walked over to the table taking the seat in front of her. When he caught her staring he flashed her a gorgeous smile. Meredith wanted to melt right then and there. Art class was going to be a lot more interesting than Meredith thought.

Mer walked out of the classroom an into the chilly Seattle air. She sat on a concret bench with a paw print on it. She took out her notebook and started to write. She wrote anything an everything that came to mind. Including the boy.

Who was that guy? She's never seen him before. She settled on the guess that he was a transfer student. He was not from Seattle, Canada, or California. He wasn't dressed right to be from there. He didn't look tanned so the west isn't right. So she concluded that he was from the east coast. New York seemed to stand out in her head the most for some reason.

The bell rang indicating brunch was over. She walked over to the gym/P.E. area. She listened to her iPod the whole time. The teachers either didn't care or was really retarded and didn't notice that a dozen people wasn't listening to them.

The day was over, and the threw her backpack on the kitchen counter. She grabbed the phone and ordered a Extra-Large pizza, all meat with mushrooms. She watched TV musing to herself about her day.

So far she had four classes with Barbie. She kept on sitting next to her and talking to her like she cared. She also have six classes with the new guy. So far she's been staring at the back of his head in all of her classes that she didn't get a chance to find out his name. He's just... Wow. Apparantly the school is trying out this new project on them. Called families. Basically you have, mostly, the same people in your classes. It sucks. She doesn't like anyone in her classes, well except for him...

The only way I'll know how to fix my mistake is if you tell me. Review! I like to hear people's opinions! I like to know if the chapter was crappy or if it was great. Help me help you! Hee Heee... That sounded like I was some kind of shrink... :)