Hey there, recently I've been reading quite a lot of Casualty fic so I thought I'd give it a try, it's kinda cheesy bit I hope you enjoy :) Sorry about the length as well, but I sorta didn't want to start the story itself so yeah, I apologise but please review and tell me if you'd like the next bit! Xx
Iain Dean – Cocky, Arrogant, Attractive, Popular.
Rita Freeman – Shy, Nerdy, Lonely, Unimportant.
Everyone had words, just like these, that followed them everywhere, it was just one of those things that happened at a school like this. If your words were like Iain Dean's, you most probably had loads of friends, and many more people waiting in line to be as well, a never lonely yet never quiet life. However, if people thought of you more like Rita Freeman, it was likely the case was the complete opposite of that.
Iain was popular, Iain was attractive. In fact, he was probably the most popular, and the most attractive boy in the whole year. But Iain wasn't really Iain. He had never been completely sure how such a high status had come about for himself, as far as he could remember, one day he just was a nobody like everyone else, the next, he got to school and suddenly the whole year somehow knew who he was.
You may be thinking, "Good for him, instantaneous high school fame is everyone's dream, right?", but it really was not for this particular boy. It was pressurising, and pressure was one thing that Iain could do without. He lived in a happy home, he couldn't complain about that, but being so looked upon meant he was always expected to have the newest games and electronic devices, as well as all the designer clothes brands, and this coupled with the fact that neither he nor he family were particularly rich made for some rather dodgy happenings that, quite frankly, Iain would prefer not to get involved with. He'd stolen, he'd conned innocent people out of their money and other belongings, and just to keep up appearances. And moreover, appearances that he honestly couldn't care less about.
What he did care about was his work, he loved school, and not just because of the people. The thing was, Iain took pride in his education, and his intelligence. He was grateful for his chances, wanting to make the most of them, but the sometimes the expectations of his class-mates almost didn't allow that. While he would prefer to sit at home and read he'd be out and about with the girl who had to be his 'girlfriend' just because she was the most popular girl in the year. To be frank, Iain thought she was a stuck up bitch, but he couldn't say that, once he began he'd never stop, then he'd be called all the names under the sun just for being truthful. On the outside Iain may have been cocky and arrogant, but on the inside he was caring, determined and hardworking. Not everyone stays up until gone midnight researching how large multicellular organisms develop systems for exchanging materials out of choice…
Not everyone, though Iain was not alone. Rita Freeman was labelled as lonely, and unimportant. What no one seemed to realise was that she didn't spend every lunch time in the library because she had no friends, but she had no friends because she spent all lunch time in the library. She had moved house a lot during her youth, which meant instability and missing out on a lot of school work. Rita was a bright girl, but she was behind in school and determined to catch right up, even if it did mean sacrificing her social life. Not that she ever really had one, with not being in any one place more than a month or two.
She wasn't even shy, though it would seem it on the outside, afraid to socialise with others. She was really only afraid because she already knew what everyone thought of her, and sometimes it's best to keep schtum. But if you got to know her, gave her a chance to relax around you, she could be as loud and bubbly as any other teenage girl might...