Since Brittany was little, she was always...

Different.

Her wildly optimistic approach on life, her inability to learn simple things, her ongoing obsession of writing in crayon. She was surely 'different'. To most she was the 'dumb blonde', to others she was 'just that type of person', to her parents she was 'the unfortunate one', to her she was just... Brittany.

In her mind, she was no different. She could learn, but it would have to include a box of duds and creative sketching. She could be serious. But remaining fun and positive was her preferred living choice. She could hold a 'normal' conversation, but no-one had the decency to consider she's that smart.

She could dance!

And that would be the only thing people understood.

(Brittany's POV)

"Britt...Britt...BRITTANY!"

Sudden loudness woke me from my dream-filled slumber. My eyes crack,squinting at the pleasant warmth of light filling the room. Well into a grey shadow formed over it.

" 't..h'ppn..to sun"

i mutter engulfed by the comfort of my pillow.

"get up... you've got class!"

Quinn said. In a cold unwelcome manner.

"Well good morning to you aswell Q," i stretch out kinks from sleeping in a awkward position.

Casually staring down at a wet spot on my pillow. So what! I had a good dream.

"Ugh gross B, get dressed, otherwise your walking" Quinn walks out. A well knowing smirk tugging at her lips.

I stared, my eyes comically wide. As if Quinn would threaten me. Although, glancing at my alarm clock i really should be getting ready. I gracefully stumble out of bed removing my Pj's as i do so. Not really caring for what i wear. i blindly grab in my closet and pull out whatever clothes are suitable for the weather. A simple black hoodie (with a duck on it) and a skintight pair of light blue jeans. I run to the bathroom and roughly comb through my hair sweeping it to the side. Thankful that i had decided to shower last night. Deciding it looks manageable, i brush my teeth and sprint into the Front room supporting a simple backpack with a equally-as-cute dinosaur on it. In the room Quinn was waiting, with an expectant glare already packed and ready to leave. I reply with a tight lipped smile, and a slightly tilted head saying.

Sorry, I'll make it up to you...

She rolls her eyes, but ushers me along regardless.

We are in college now. Quinn is a year younger than me. But i (unfortunately) had to retake my senior year, so we had ended coming to college together. We had met in cheer leading practice in high school, out of all the back-stabbing bitches in that club. Quinn was the only one i dared get to know and attempt to become friends with. Of course Quinn wasn't the sweetest of people. She had a glare that could burn holes, and a pretty aggressive slap. Seemingly Quinn warmed up to me. Not as if i would mention this to anyone. But she was my first real friend. Sure she didn't completely understand my quirky-ness. But she sure did a hell of a lot better than calling me 'dumb' and 'retard'.

When it turned out we had both been excepted in the same college. we were both pretty pumped for it. Quinn refused to live in a dorm with a bunch of people she didn't know and didn't have interest in getting to know. So it was a plan we'd rent a cheap apartment nearby and live there instead.

Today was the first day back of out last year.

Remember when you were younger, and you had that dreadful. First-day-at-school churning in your stomach your nerves were on overdrive and you wanted to hide in a corner. Well even through out all the years. I still manage to become just as nervous as the first time. Even with Quinn protectively at my shoulder.

I knew people continue to talk behind my back. And with new people each year the pressure resumes to get increasingly more and more difficult to deal with. I wasn't the most sharpest tool in the shed.

Scrap that, i am just very difficult to decipher. I assume the 'dumb' things i say from time to time give people the impression i can't work out a simple equations. So they continue to pick at me and speak to me slowly.

you know. so i can

'Pick up what they mean'

I inhale and close my eyes taking hesitant breathes before i step into the college campus.

"Welcome back pierce... great...to...see...you...a-gain."