The blonde girl was walking in the cafeteria, absently looking in front of her. She was wearing a grey t-shirt, some washed up jeans, and a pair of black converse. Everything she was wearing was against the boarding's school dress code. The school year had started three months before and her uniform had never been worn. Even at 10 years old she knew that her mother was too well known to have her kicked out of the school for something as simple as a dress code.
There was a sudden bang in front of her followed by two different voices yelling: "Freak!" "Bitch!"
She looked up and saw a tray on the floor next to one of the tables. She took the tray and put it back on the table in front of this girl with really messy and curly black hair. She was wearing the school's uniform; but instead of the required black tie, she was wearing a red one.
"Why can't you mind your own business? What is your problem?" was the girl's first reaction; she looked kind of pissed off.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to…"
"No, I'm sorry! I'm not used to people being nice around here." the other girl said looking around the room.
The blonde suddenly realizing that the girl in front of her was sitting alone at this big table that could easily fit 6 people. She was a loner herself, but at least she wasn't being treated like crap. This was another perk of being her mother's daughter.
"Can I sit here?" she asked.
"If you don't mind sitting at the freak table."
"I don't care what those people think." said while sitting down. "My name is Meredith, by the way. What's yours?"
"Cristina. Cristina Yang."
Cristina took a banana from her tray, it had a needle sticking out of it.
"What are you doing?" Meredith asked.
"I'm suturing a banana. I'm practicing for when I become a cardiothoracic surgeon."
"Really? I'm going to have to become a surgeon too… I guess! My mom is one." She rarely mentioned her mother.
"Your mom is a surgeon? There aren't many female surgeons in the country. What's her name? Maybe I've heard of her." Cristina never talked that much, except when it came to surgery.
"Ellis Grey." Meredith almost whispered.
"Your mom is Ellis Grey?! I'm so jealous. She is a rock star!" Cristina couldn't contain her excitement.
"Yeah. She is a rock star to anyone who doesn't have to have her as a mother." Meredith rolled her eyes. "Can we change the subject?"
"Sure." Cristina was kind of disappointed by her response, but she knew it was never easy when it came to family.
It had been roughly a year since her biological father had died in a car accident they were both involved in. Even though her parents had divorced long before the accident, and her mom had remarried when she was three, Cristina wasn't still used to having a stepfather. Dr. Saul Rubenstein: he was the reason why she should go to this school.
Cristina couldn't think of another subject, when Meredith interrupted her train of thoughts.
"Could you teach me those stitches?" asked pointing at the banana in the other girl's hands. Ellis never had time for her, let alone teach her stitches.
"Okay! Go get another banana and I'll show you.'
"Thank you!" replied Meredith. She got up and walked toward the fruit counter.