Dobry Chapter 1, a glee fanfic

Hello! Isabel here, I'm going to be posting most of our work. Dobry is based of of Dalton by CP Coulter (really you should go read that first, otherwise none of this will make sense). We wanted to do a more girlish thing based off of Dalton's sister school, Dobry. So here you have it, Dobry hall :) We each made an OC and a POV, this uses a lot of our own OC's along with some that CP created.

We're not awesome enough to own Glee or Dalton

We're still pretty awesome though XD

Cecile

"Its Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday! Everybody looking forward to the weekend, week—

I smack my iPod, even though I know it's no use. The stupid voice continues to sing. Lifting my head, I put it on snooze. Maybe Casey will let me sleep for a couple more minutes.

"Cecile, there has got to be another song that wakes you up besides that one. I don't need to hear that girl's wretched auto tuned voice any more than I already have." Casey growled from the bathroom.

"It's the only song that works. I've tried Party Rock Anthem, and The Edge of Glory. Apparently I wake up to bad music." I grumble, throwing over the covers and stretching. It takes me seconds to start my usual morning routine.

I hop out of bed and pull a freshly washed uniform out of my drawer, and slip it on quickly. One slightly unbuttoned white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, one blue plaid skirt, one pair of fresh white socks, and a pair of silver hoop earrings with blue stars in the middle.

Casey is hogging the bathroom as usual, so I use the full sized mirror on the back of our door. I put on some black eyeliner, a bit of mascara, light touch of silver eye shadow, and cherry chapstick.

Then, I open my wardrobe. I don't put my clothes on the hanger, that's where Casey puts hers. Instead, the bottom shelves are lined with shoes. They're my number one weakness; I will never wear the same pair of shoes in the same week. I have at least fourteen in the closet just in case; and they're all numbered.

I pick out a pair of double tounged black converse high tops. Then, I double-check myself in the mirror. My dark brown hair isn't ever messy, but I decide that I do need to re brush it just in case; the blonde streaks get messy really easily. Casey still isn't done in the bathroom as usual, so I do my finishing touches in the full-length mirror.

Fixing my hair I add a blue key necklace, along with some of my favorite silver engraved bracelets: one that says 'Finnick? Maybe some pants?' and one that says 'You've got about as much charm as a dead slug.'

On my other wrist, I slip on a couple of larger, rubber bracelets. The first one reads 'Shark Bait HOO HA HA' and another that says 'Save a tree, eat a beaver'. Besides shoes, I would say that accessories are my favorite way of expressing myself. That doesn't mean I have a bad sense of style, in fact, I love shopping all together, but I'm just more into shoes and accessories. Luckily, Dobry doesn't have too strong restrictions for either one.

Grabbing my bag off the coat rack, I make sure that I've done all my homework. Dobry has the stupid regulation that all homework is collected after breakfast—forgetting to do yours means that you have thirty minutes to either copy or finish. As for me, well, my stepbrother is in Stuart at Dalton, so you can imagine what I have to do.

Luckily, Prima girls aren't as academically tight as Stuart; we're more like Dobry's Windsor. We don't have anything relatively Stuart either; Royale is more of a Hanover.

I leave the dorm after re checking my clothes and makeup. The kitchen's already steaming, the smells of burned toast and coffee fill my nose. Grabbing my own cup, I head to an open seat in the common room and grab a spare bagel off the coffee table and I'm about to take a sip of my coffee when I remember. I haven't put cinnamon in it.

Picking myself back up, I head back to the kitchen and throw some cinnamon in the coffee maker. When it's ready, I dump in a bunch of cream and sugar cubes and top it with whipped cream. After years of drinking coffee, I think I like it better sweet. Sitting back down, I take a bite out of my bagel.

"Cecile, why did you put cinnamon in the coffee maker?" Leslie shrieks. "I thought I told you not to!"

"Funny thing is, Leslie, you weren't there to stop me. If you want me to stop, get Hope to tell me." I shout back, knowing I've won. Prima loves my cinnamon coffee. Well, except for Leslie, but she's a crazy clingy psychopathic person. I don't think she counts. Last time I came back from a trip to Dalton, she demanded if I had seen Charlie. When I said yes, she started screaming at me for a full hour.

I late informed Charlie that dating her had been the worst mistake of his life—and believe me, Charlie's done some stupid things. Of course, I have to blame Justin a bit for letting him do any of those things. The two are insane, not that I'm any different. In sophomore year, I set fire to the chemistry lab. That was a total accident though; I'm terrified of open flames.

"Did we have French homework?" asked Mika, sitting down across from me. I guess you could say that Mika's a very, very distant cousin of mine. We're still great friends though.

"Don't we every night? Page 183."

"Right. Good, I though I did the wrong page." Mika sat down beside me, sipping some of her coffee. Okay, fine. The only way prima is anything like Stuart is the coffee. We love coffee. I look through my truckload of books in my bag: French, Calculus, my English and history notebooks, my Physics lab book, two sketchbooks for art, and a pack of blank paper.

Mika has a similar schedule, but she doesn't take art, and we have different English classes. I'm guessing that's because I hate English and suck at it. Mika, on the other hand, loves writing. Not me, I'm more of a drawing person.

I head out the dorm as soon as possible, eating my bagel on my way to class. By the time I make it to my first class, it's gone, along with my cinnamon coffee. Sitting down my first seat, I open up my book and start listing the things off the board and doing the assignments. This is what I usually do—I do the agenda off of the board, and sit back for the rest of the class.

Professor Lancôme is my first teacher. She's all right, and doesn't mind when I work ahead. Most of my other teachers don't like it, but they don't say anything. Now Professor Charmaine expects me to keep in pace with the class. Stupid calculus. Everyone acts like it's so tough, but it's not. It's actually really easy if you try. The problem is that my class is super stupid. I mean, Mika's smart, Casey tries really hard, Lucy's almost as smart as me, and Sadie's okay, I guess, but other than that, they're dumb as a bag of hair.

I mean literally. I've quizzed them, and neither got any questions right. So the day rushes by as usual, but it's during lunch that it actually starts. So as usual, I'm headed out with a bagged lunch (containing a sandwich, two cans of Dr. Pepper and a bag of pretzels) to Dalton's campus. The thing about Dobry is that it was formed after Dalton, so our library is a lot smaller, and out resources aren't that good. I usually head out there during my second lunch and after school, because Dobry itself is too uptight. Besides, those Windsor boys always loosen me up a bit. I know most of them pretty well, especially Max, my brother.

It's always quiet in the library, Ms. Abernathy's probably out running some errands. So, I sneak out my iPod and blast 'Glad you Came' by the Wanted at full volume. It's a great song, though I like how people interpret it on YouTube. Smiling and humming along, I don't even notice that someone's watching me.

When the song ends, Ms. Abernathy is scolding me again. She and I don't really get along very well; I like loud music, she likes quiet libraries. There's a big difference there. I sigh, pulling out my ear buds. They're a bright neon green skull candy brand, of course, not that anyone ever notices.

"—And I don't ever want to catch you with headphones or loud music on in my library EVER again. Do you understand, young lady?"

"Yes." I grumble.

"Good." The woman turns around and goes back to her desk. That's when I notice him. I've seen him in Windsor before—his dark brown eyes and spiked up black hair. And he's cute: very, very cute. Just saying.

"I like your ear buds." He says with an awkward attempt at conversation.

"Thanks, most people don't notice." I answer.

He shrugs. "I'm weird like that."

"Well, I've never heard of a name as strange as 'Weird Like That', but I guess it'll do. I'm Cecile Newport." I smirk, holding out my hand.

"Great. I'm weird like that." He answers, continuing the joke.

"No seriously, is your name really weird like that?" I ask, hoping it's not. It would be really weird meeting a boy named 'Weird Like That'."

He laughs. "No, actually, I'm Wes. Wes Hughes."

"Well why didn't you say so? Gimme your phone." I demand. Easiest way to get a boys' number, ask for their phone. In fact, that's probably how I get everyone's number. They all end up texting me in one point or another.

"What, wh—

"Just give me your phone."

He hands over his phone, which is a really nice android. When I say really nice, I mean REALLY nice. I tap the contacts and add myself in.

"Make sure you state who you are if you text me, otherwise I'm going to assume you're a stalker." I grin as I walk out of the library, leaving Wes stunned in the back. I sit in the courtyard and crack open my book. I promised to tutor Nick and Lance because they're both getting 93's and 94's in Calculus. I don't see the big deal, but hey, it's a chance to spend my lunch at Dalton: cute prep school boys galore.

I sit there, eating my sandwich and drinking Dr. Pepper with my favorite book (which is the Hunger Games to you stalkers out there) open on the table. A few Dobry girls like spending their time in Dalton for studying (but mainly flirting) just because we're allowed to. I'm on of the only ones that actually go to the library and read. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I am the only one that comes here often, except for Leslie. Then again, like I said, I'm not sure she counts, because she's been caught at least twenty times in the Windsor dorms looking for Charlie. I think he's got the right mind to hide with Justin in Hanover, but I think Leslie's going to figure out soon.

"What the heck is this supposed to mean?" Lance cries as he throws a book down on the table.

"Okay, Lance? First of all, if you knock anything onto my book, I will personally see to it that you're publically executed or humiliated in a hilarious way. Second, slamming books on tables isn't healthy for your brain."

Lance rolls his eyes. "Right. You had a brain? I hadn't noticed."

"Surely you must have, you're here so that I can tutor you, stupid." He shuts up. I put on a fake smile and start explaining the problems he was given for homework. Nick arrives a couple minutes later and steals my other Dr. Pepper. I'll get him back for that. By the time lunch is over, Lance is still clueless, but I'm sure nick's learned something useful. That's because everyone directly related to me is usually dumber than me. That's a fact—both of my parents are as dumb as a bag of hair. Well, socially, because they weren't socially able to stay together. They don't even talk anymore. Nick's my stepbrother, but Lance is my full brother. He's older by a year, and obviously dumber.

I head over to Dobry. I'm about three minutes late already. I can just hear Ms. Jamieson ranting on about my being late. I quote 'a true lady is never late!' My teachers are stupid. I walk across the courtyard and past the Windsor house when I trip. Stupid me, stupid converse. I think, picking myself up.

"Are you okay?" and there I am, standing face to face with none other than Wesley Hughes. I am never wearing converse again.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." I mutter, picking myself up. He helps me with my books and hands them to me. Our hands brush when he passes them to me, and I can't help blushing. Okay, I'm usually not the kind of person to do that on a daily basis.

"Hey, Windsor is having a party tomorrow, I was wondering if you wanted to come? I uh, forgot to ask you." Wes asked. Great, he wasn't the only one failing at this.

"Sure, you could have just texted me, you know." I grin.

"Yeah, I'm saving that for a special occasion." He returns the smile.

"Please don't text me five years later and be like, 'hey this is Wes. Remember me?" I joke, hefting the bag onto my shoulder.

"I probably won't. So uh, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Nah, you'll see me later today. I'll bet you."

"No thanks, I'm not loosing my money." He laughs as I walk away.

I walk into history and drop my books on the floor.

"Miss Newport, dropping books is improper and unladylike!" yells Professor Maribel. I roll my eyes. She can't be talking; Maribel's the ugliest teacher in the staff. In fact, she's uglier than professor Murdoch in Dalton, and believe me, that's really ugly.

"Professor Maribel, have you checked the mirror lately? Or is the one in your quarters still cracked?" I ask sweetly. This makes a couple people (like Casey) laugh in the class. Maribel glares at her sternly, and turns back to me.

"I'm sure that was unnecessary, Miss Newport. Ladies never—

"Yes, Professor Maribel, ladies never talk back. Ladies never talk out. Ladies never come to anything late. Ladies don't have opinions, ladies don't think for themselves, ladies don't slam things, ladies don't mock things, ladies don't do anything but sit there and look pretty. Well, Professor Maribel, you're failing at being a lady yourself, so why be a hypocrite?" I burst out.

There's and awkward silence. I'm sure if Carter, a fellow Prima, would have said something stupid or overly weird at this moment. However, she would have gotten detention for that, but that would be easily evaded, especially for Carter. She's pretty naïve.

"Cecile Newport, I will see you in my office immediately after school ends. I will be calling your parents." Professor Maribel says flatly.

"I have cheerleading. You know coach's rules, and you know she would never cut me off the team." I shoot back.

"Then I'm giving you a flat out zero for today."

"Fine." I snort, knowing that won't affect my grade. I have straight 100s in nearly every class, a zero's only going to bring my history grade down to around a 95 percentile.

Professor Maribel continues with the class. As usual, I fall asleep. I don't think she's going to try to wake me up; that's Casey's job when class ends. The only two things I'm looking forward to now is Glee, which is my next class, and the party at Windsor tomorrow. Though I think I'm going to head down to the library and see if I can find Wes again later today.

Carter

I came rushing into glee club, late as usual. It didn't look like I missed anything out of the ordinary though. Meredith Anderson and Anna Kemmings were at it again; ready to rip each other's throat out. Calmly I sat down and ate my red velvet cupcake watching the scene in front of me. One of my sky blue converse laces was untied, but I didn't bother to tie them. In times like this I would have to stop all the fighting, everyone else was too afraid to get into these catfights.

"You always sing Meredith! I want a solo this time!"

"You know why that is Anna? BECAUSE I AM BETTER THAN YOU!"

"Okay let me at this bi-"

I stood up right in between them and looked at Anna. I didn't believe in curse words, I thought that they were too mean. Everyone in the room knew that, but Anna didn't seem to care today. Meredith closed her eyes and did some weird yoga breathing. I wanted to tell Anna that she was a good singer, too good for us to use her. That wasn't the case though. When Anna sang a song it felt like termites raping mosquitoes in your ear. We only let her in because her mother is our club director.

"Anna, don't say anything like that. She is right. Meredith is one of the best and we can't let your jealousy get in the way." I turned to find Meredith smirking at Anna.

"And you can't be taking ALL the solos. Maybe let some other people try." She stopped smirking and frowned. "Try. Just let them try." I whispered.

"Fine whatever. You can have your solo Anderson." Anna slumped down in a seat and crossed her legs. "I will be the bigger person and quit."

I could see Cecile "CiCi" Newport rolling her eyes at the whole scene. CiCi was younger than me but skipped a grade because of how wicked smart she was. The girl was probably here on scholarship, but I never dared to ask. Meredith was looking at CiCi too but then quickly looked away, when CiCi blew a bubble. Bubble gum wasn't exactly allowed in school, but CiCi didn't really follow most rules in Dobry. When she saw me staring I looked down at my shoes with my name written at the toe. Carter Pierce was written in my cousin's child like handwriting.

"Where is Mrs. Kemmings?" Meredith sighed and looked around the room.

"Mom isn't coming today. Had a meeting to go to." Anna smiled and looked at everyone's faces.

"Well then I'm leaving." CiCi got up and was already heading out the door. Some more people started to leave and Meredith was trying to keep everyone in the room till the end of class. She was failing terribly though and I really wanted to help her out a bit. So I grabbed a guitar and started strumming a song, that made everybody stop and turn. Meredith smiled and started to sing, getting up on the chair next to Anna.

You say you know love, but you are just reflecting words you hear

No iron in your veins to give you any sense of pain or fear

It's just another lie; it's just another calculation,

And when the power's out, we're just another old sensation.

This blood keeps me alive, but what is it that runs through you?

Electricity and wires, dictating everything you do

You tell me that you hear me and all your memories are real

But how do I know you don't just feel what you've been told to feel?

Rumor, Royale's slightly emo girl got up and started singing. It was surprising because she rarely did something like this. Hope got up too and sang with bright eyes. Typical Hope.

We run around the rules

Round and round, two by two, we run around the rules

There's water in your eyes and I know I'm the reason that it's there

But still I don't feel bad because I know it's you are more a spare.

And just behind your eyes are switches that can turn back on

To clear away today 'til all your memories are gone

We run around the rules

Round and round, two by two, we run around the rules.

We run around the rules

Round and round, two by two, we run around the rules.

Rumor and Hope smiled and looked at everyone in the room. They applauded for a minute then everything got awkwardly silent. I whispered something just barely loud enough for people to hear, with some random words of wisdom.

"In every awkward silence a gay deformed baby is struck by lightning while ordering knish pizza in Guam with Elmo."

Meredith, Rumor, and Hope grinned. CiCi lifted an eyebrow at my weirdness already used to it by now. Anna shook her head with disapproval to the craziness that was I. Meredith continued beaming with joy. Hope suggested that we just chill out and do whatever that is not illegal for the rest of class. So the chatter began and people started splitting off into groups. I am basically a friend to everybody in school, and lots of people invited me into their circle. I turned them all down and sat by myself finishing up my delicious cupcake.

I pulled both of my legs up on my chair, closed one eye, and shot the cupcake wrapper into the recycling bin. I smiled at how skilled I was at throwing away trash, which is a weird skill but probably useful in some way. I look around the room at everyone and counted heads. Anna was alone at the piano, Meredith was searching the ground for her contact lens, Rumor was looking out the window towards Dalton, while everyone else was talking and laughing. Then I saw CiCi get up and look around to make sure nobody was watching her, and then she left the room. For some strange reason I got up to follow her.

She was headed out the front doors then she looked around again. I sprinted across the hall to the doors and out into the open. The weather was pretty nice for Ohio and I almost forgot what I was doing until I saw CiCi go through the path to our brother school Dalton Academy.

I rarely went to Dalton unless I had to absolutely use their library. It was huge filled with so many books and random plants splattered in places. The glass ceiling was never covered and it made rainbow effects all over the floor. Sometimes I wish they had a 70's themed dance in there, but Mrs. Abernathy wouldn't let them. She had said something about "ruining the books with your crazy kid music". Half of me wanted to go follow her there, but the other half wanted to go back to the room in safety. I turned around to find CiCi right behind me with her eyebrow raised and grinning like crazy.

"Stalker much?"

"I wanted to see what you were doing." I mumbled under my breath.

"Ah… well you don't have to worry little Carter, I was just going to the library."

"Then why are you here" I paused for a moment and looked down " and not there."

"Well you were watching me?" She said an obvious tone in her voice.

"Oh. Well I'll just be on my way then." I zoomed past her without looking back.

When I was safely inside glee club room I sighed and ran a hand through my dyed red hair. It wasn't like a punk kind of red; it was actually sort of like red velvet. Meredith saw me flee the room and then come back sinking to the floor. I wasn't sure if she knew what I was doing outside, but she must have known I was with CiCi. She stood up and walked towards me wearing large black glasses. Her search must not have gone well if she was wearing them now. She slid down next to me and tilted her head.

"You ok?"

"Yeah I guess you could call me that."

"Well I um... My cousin Blaine goes to Dalton. Him and his Windsor friends are having a party tomorrow night. Do you want to uh, go?"

I smiled brightly and nodded my head "Yeah sure! But why me?" I looked at her curiously.

"Well everyone thinks I am a nerd who can sing, you are pretty nice to me. You seem like the partying type." She slightly smiled and looked down.

It was true. I tried to be nice to everyone because being mean wasn't really my thing. Nobody should be treated badly, no matter who they were. I was even nice to Anna, but I don't think she really cares. I poked her shoulder and told her about how unicorns were left behind when Noah left with his arch. She just shook her head and smiled.

"Beautiful abstract art Carter." Mrs. Davis grinned and moved on to the next painter. I was in 8th period Art, my favorite class of the day. I could do whatever I wanted in this class and I would still be getting an A. We were supposed to be painting our interpretation of a destroyed Barbie doll. The doll was just chewed up or random pieces were broken off. It was a weird thing just sitting there, and it reminded me of dogs. So I split my canvas into different sections and used different shapes to show the Barbie doll. I was only half done with bright colors at the top right, and I put my paintbrush down.

CiCi was right next to me painting the Barbie using negative colors. I didn't think we could use those colors in this class. She was half done too though and class was almost over. I looked at my canvas and pulled my hair bow, letting my hair free of the high ponytail. I brushed some of it out with my hands and then sat down on my stool and sighed. Some other girls did what I did, the signal that we were done for the day. When three fourths of the class was sitting, Mrs. Davis clapped her hands together and smiled.

"Great job for today, we will continue tomorrow. I will be putting these up in Dalton's art hall, ours is too small for everyone taking this class. "

Dobry's art hall was pretty small, which is why only the best art was hung up there. Mrs. Davis rarely put art up at Dalton. I picked up my bag and left the room on to cheerleading practice. I was one of the Comets and we had to wear our uniforms all day when required. Like when Dalton had a game, we would be all dressed out in Comets uniform. They only brought it back up a few months ago, when that Kurt Hummel kid went up on stage and did that crazy thing. Then everyone at school went ballistic about it, and they brought back the cheerleading squad. CiCi is on the cheerleading team with me, and I keep remembering what happened earlier. I guess I'll just have to deal with it and go to practice.

On my way down the hall, I felt someone pull my arm.

"Ow!" I turned around seeing Meredith with her big black glasses.

"Sorry… Um tomorrow when we go to the party, you wanna go early with me?"

"How early exactly?" I was rubbing my arm; she was a pretty strong girl.

"I don't know. I'll just text you later about it. You would love to meet my cousin." She was beaming, and also holding my phone. I didn't have her as a contact yet so she obviously had to add herself. Wait. How did she get my phone?

"Yeah that would be cool. I guess," my sentence trailed off when I noticed CiCi watching us. She probably heard everything we said.

"Great! Well I have to go to French. See ya." she nodded her head and skipped off to French class. The girl actually skipped. I sighed and started walking to the field ready for whatever weird routine our crazy coach wanted us to do.

Meredith

After an especially grueling Latin class, I run to the Prima dorm to grab my gym bag and head to the indoor gym and go change into my Archery team uniform. It consists of a pair of black tights, black knee-high boots, a forest green shirt, and our black jackets. I love how the uniform looks so similar to Katniss Everdeen's outfit from the arena. However our competition uniforms are different. Usually we usually wear a blue shirt and no jacket for those. I tie my dark brown hair up into a ponytail and check my green eyes in the mirror to make sure my contacts are in right.

After changing, I head into the gym and drag a few targets out of the storage room. Across the gym, I can hear the Comets finishing up their practice with a few peppy cheers and basket tosses and whatnot. I never liked cheerleaders, even though I liked the people on the squad. All the 'Rah rah rah!' and 'Sis boom bah!' and peppiness of cheerleaders just kind of got on my nerves. I'm not usually too cheery, and I prefer singing over shouting.

I sling my quiver of arrows across my back, pull out an arrow, and notch my bow. After a moment of aiming, I let the bow fly and it lands in the red section of the target. After a few more shots, I have yet to hit the bull's-eye and the cheerleaders are still cheering. I feel into the quiver to find that I only have two arrows left. I notch it and pull back the bow taking a deep breath. When I let go, the arrow hits the yellow spot with a wonderful thwacking noise. I smile to myself as the cheerleaders let out a loud "WOOH!" I decide I have had enough of these peppy cheerleaders and decide to leave.

Just as I turn to leave, I remember that the Comets have a tradition that at the end of every practice, they throw their pom-poms in the air. A plan starts to form in my head just as the cheerleaders prep to leave.

I take my last arrow out of the quiver and notch it. At the exact moment when the pom-pom fly into the air, my arrow sails through the air and pins two pom-poms to the bleachers. The cheerleaders glare at me silently as I collect my arrows. I can feel their eyes following me as I go to the locker rooms to change back into my uniform. When I come out, the Comets are still there, but they're laughing.

"Nice one Meredith!" Carter Pierce calls out to me. I smile and exit the gym and head back to the dorms to start on my homework.

Dinner is it's usual. Tonight, Carter sits with me. We talk about the cuter Dalton boys that we know of, along with the party. We're both really excited, especially me. Mainly because this would be my first time in the Windsor house: girls aren't allowed in dorms. I did know what to expect though. Blaine had told me endless stories about Windsor and Dalton and the rest of that stuff.

"So do you know any cute boys in Dalton?" Carter asks curiously.

I shrug, "Reed Van Kamp is okay, and I guess my brother as some girls have told me, but other than that, no."

"Leslie sure thinks that Charlie Amos is amazing."

"If she thought he was a god, she would be worshipping him, not checking on him every five seconds." I retort. Leslie is probably the most pathetic girl I've ever met. She's so worried that Charlie's going to go to some other girl, even after they've broken up.

Carter giggles. "Right."

And dinner goes on something like that. I spot CiCi (or as you might know her, Cecile), leaving the dinner room early. I ignore it and go pack to picking at my food. After half an hour, I decide that I have to work on the mountain of paper waiting for me in my room.

I sit on my bed with my French, Latin, Math, History, Chemistry, and English homework sprawled out in front of me. After a few minutes I stand up and change into a pair of black yoga pants and a purple tank top.

I go into the bathroom and take my contacts out of my eyes and put on my big black glasses. When I come out of the bathroom I sit back on my bed and try to finish my homework. After about four hours of being drowned in translating phrases, poetry, wars, formulas and equations I pack up my homework and plug my iPhone into its dock. I press play and 'Hey There Delilah' by the Plain White Tees blasts through the speakers.

I grab my laptop off the desk and get under my covers so that I would get warm. When I check my email, the only thing there is an email letting me know that the dresses I ordered online would be here soon. I had been hoping to hear from Shane and how things were going in Colorado. After a few minutes I check my Twitter and Facebook, but nothing of interest is on there, so I log off and head downstairs into the kitchen to grab a something to eat because I had skipped dinner.

Nobody really bothers me on the way to the kitchen except for the odd "Hey" along the way. I didn't have a lot of friends at Dobry and Carter Pierce was the closest thing I had to a friend. I had always had trouble making friends because in elementary and middle school, I was the "weird fat kid" who nobody wanted to be friends with. Then in freshman year, I lost thirty pounds and I looked great. People stopped teasing me, but I still felt self-conscious about my body and I kept expecting the teasing.

As I walked back upstairs with a bag of hot popcorn, I remembered how kids would take my lunch sometimes and say "We're just trying to help you loose weight!" as if they were Saints sent to help me on my journey to thinness. I got there on my own bitches. I think to myself as I munch on the hot, salty popcorn. Of course, I only think that in my head. If I went around with like that, it would make me just as bad as the people who teased me.

When I get back in my room, there is a text from Blaine confirming that I would be at the party and one from my friend Reed Van Kamp asking if I would be there as well. After replying to both messages, ('Great, I'm comin so I'll c u there' for both if you were wondering) I turn off the lights and put my glasses on the bedside table. "Goodnight." I whisper to myself as I drift off to sleep.

So how did you like it? I hope it was good :). Anyways, the next chapter will take about a month, the story itself is still in-progress. BTW: Mama CP, WE LOVE YOU!

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