Bree looked down at herself before entering the halls of Degrassi. That uniform not flattering her features at all. Not like she cared? Who did she have to impress? She breathed a sigh to calm her nerves and opened the doors, walking into the busy Upon reaching her locker, she dug through her bag for her schedule. "I can never remember these damn combinations," she muttered to herself and then began with the lock combination, looking back down at the numbers every so often.
Once that ordeal was over and done with she pushed her bag into the locker and grabbed the necessary books, and Bree was off. Of course, she was paying more attention to her schedule and where she SHOULD be going then where she was going and bumped into someone. Bree lifted those blue eyes to connect with a very stocky, not fat but well built character, who didn't look too happy. Great start to a first day, she thought to herself as she tried to make her body shrink as if she would just disappear into nothingness. Luckily for the partial red head, he just grunted and stalked away. "... Dodged a bullet."
The girl tried to compose herself before she went back to finding her English class. "Where is this damn room...?" She sighed to herself before just leaning against a random locker and looking down at her schedule. "I just really don't want to be late..."
A clearing of the throat brought her out of her train of thought and she looked up, seeing a fairly short girl, about the same height as Bree. She didn't look intimidating like the other guy so Bree just moved out of the way. "I'm sorry... Heh" She kept her gaze averted, just in case something was gonna' happen like her growing ten feet taller and stomping on her... you never know.
She just nodded and opened her locker, giving her a sideways glance. "Lost?"
"Easy to tell huh?" Bree nodded and looked to her schedule then back to the other girl. "Is this English class, hidden or something?" She watched as the other took the schedule from her fingers but didn't object.
"Woooow, you're on the totally opposite side, hate to say it."
"Fuck..." She sighed then put on a pathetic smile. "Thanks anyways." Bree took the schedule back and turned to walk away.
"Brittney."
The red head turned around, quirking a brow. "Excuse me?"
She smiled. "My name. Brittney."
"Oh!" That smile seemed to be contagious and she nodded, walking back over to her again. "Bree...~"
"Well I'll see you around?"
She nodded and that smile widened and then she turned to finally find her damn English class.
Once she found her English class, the rest seemed to be a breeze. She just wanted to get out so she really didn't talk to much people and kept to her work, only talking when needed. The usual. When it came to lunch she gathered her things and planned to just sit by herself, eat quickly then go back to class but a familiar voice seemed to plan otherwise.
"Bree!"
She looked over, finding Brittney, two people she didn't recognize and of course the guy she ran into just had to be there. Her luck was amazing breathed a small sigh to regain her composure and walked over to the group, sitting down in the place Brittney made for her. In just a short amount of time she found that the girl, who didn't seem interested in knowing Bree at all, was Bianca. The guy, who seemed to be just interested in her chest and nothing more (not like there was a lot to look at), was Fitz and the guy she bumped into and was currently avoiding eye contact with was Owen. She didn't know if these people would somehow end up being her friends or not but she figured if she was ever going to survive school in Degrassi, she'd have to make some sort of friends.
She wrinkled her nose upon hearing Fitz make some remark about some girl that just walked past and then focused on her food, not really eating it, but more so picking at it.
Brittney breathed a scoff and rolled her eyes. "She doesn't seem the least bit interested"
"... And this has stopped me when?"
Bree's eyes shot up from staring at whatever the cafeteria gave her and looked to Fitz with a raised eyebrow, only recieving a smirk in return. She just shook it off then went to actually trying to stomach what was in front of her, idly listening to the three. From what she gathered, this was Fitz's second day back in Degrassi due to being in jail, Bree did not want to press further or find out exactly why he was in jail. She was already wary of him enough.
She watched as Fitz, Bianca and Owen got up, Owen and Bianca leaving and talking amongst themselves. Fitz sent her a smirk, grabbed his things and left. "Later, Blue Eyes."
"And here I thought he was boring holes into my chest insted of my eyes."
"Don't think anything of it." Brittney shrugged, throwing away her food and grabbing her bag.
"Huh?" She scratched her head and shrugged. "I wasn't going to, really..." She slung her bag over her shoulder and got up, walking down the hall with Brittney.
"He's... How do I put this in the best way possible..." Brittney seemed to feign thought. "He's a whore." She looked back to Bree, her expression just screaming unamused.
"I'm not going to do anything but unlike Bianca and Owen, he actually gave me the time of day."
"Bee and Owen have their own troubles to deal with. Trust me, to Fitz, You're just new meat."
"Aren't you optimistic."
The rest of the day went by fairly quickly and Bree just wanted to get out with no interruption but if anyone didn't guess by now, her first day sucks and it's not going to get any better. She walked out the doors, accidental bumping into none other than Bianca. Well, this day was just turned into shit, then was eaten by a dog who shit this day out, Bree thought. She absolutely hated conflict, didn't want anything to do with it but of course she had to run into Bianca who stared her down with those brown eyes, looking ready to pounce in Bree's eyes.
"Watch it." She hissed. "God, are you just that fuckin' clumsy? First Owen and now me." She breathed a scoff and walked past Bree, not before giving her a slight shove first.
By this point, the poor girl was on the verge of tears as she continued her walk home... the only good things were that she seemed to make a new friend and at least a guy acknowledged her being, whether that be for her looks or not... What was she thinking? Wasn't it supposed to be that you were happy if they noticed you for your personality and not your looks? This was the first time Bree was acknowledged for her look. She wasn't the hottest thing at Degrassi and she knew that. Her hair was cut short, she was stick thin, flat chested, no curves what so ever and the only thing going for her were her blue eyes, or at least that's what she thought and the act that out of all the things Fitz noticed, he made that one apparent, really stuck to her. She wasn't going to take that anywhere though, hell, it was her first day.
She opened the door to her house, maneuvering past boxes and the like to get to her room, setting her bag down and just flopping face first onto her bed with a groan.
"I'd ask you how your day went but that pretty much sums it up." Her mother laughed very softly upon seeing Bree jump. "Didn't mean to scare you."
She shrugged it off and turned on her back. "It wasn't that my day was bad it was just... Well, I don't like people." She finally sat up with a small huff, looking at her mom. People kept commenting on how they looked so much alike, and as Bree got older she could finally see it: The brown hair, the build, no curves, etc. The only differences being that her mom was tall and she was not, her mom had hazel eyes while Bree had blue... Something she got from her father. About the only good thing that came from that low life.
"Well Aubree..." her full name. "You're not going to like some people at your school, that's just the way things work, that and it was only your first day, you were busy trying to find your classes and just getting your stuff ready."
She sighed in response and nodded, forcing a small smile. "I guess you're right."
Her mother smiled as well, only a bit wider. "Good... ~ Now help me finish unpacking?"
She nodded and got off her bed, walking out to those millions of boxes and beginning to help her mother. Maybe she was right... After all, it was only her first day. Tomorrow could look up...
