Title: The First Step

Author: lucidream

Fandom: Ginger Snaps

Characters: Ginger

Prompt: 002. Dark Path

Rating: R for language

Author's Notes: Ginger gets ready for another school day after she's been infected.

The First Step

She rose early that morning, far more earlier than Ginger preferred to get out of bed. For her, any day that started before twelve was a bad day. This had all the markings of one fucked up day already. First, Brigitte was hogging the fucking bathroom like usual. Then once she splashed some cold water on her face Ginger remembered the fucked up nightmare from the night before. "Jesus christ", she whispered under her breath, closing her eyes in a vain attempt to push the memory back into the dark part of her mind. No such luck. The attack came roaring back into her mind, so forceful Ginger could swear she felt the creature tearing into her again.

It was all she thought about lately. Every time she closed her eyes and put her head down Ginger felt the attack repeat in her mind. She hadn't told Brigitte of course. They weren't talking and besides, it was nothing. Just some fucked up memories, tramatic experience and all that shit. It would get Brigitte back on that fucking theory about werewolves again. Like Ginger needed any of that shit this morning.

No, Ginger had bigger things to worry about.

The hairs on her chest for one thing. She'd have to pluck them or shave them or something. Guys had hairy chests, girls didn't. It was one of those fucking rules, wasn't it? Ginger sighed and gave herself a disgusted look in the mirror. "Another morning of hell", she muttered before turning on the hot water in the shower.

Pissed off and purposeful. That would describe Ginger best as she got ready for school. She could have went for a sweater to cover the scars but fuck that. Instead a low cut shirt was chosen, it covered the scars nicely and clung to her skin. Nothing like what Ginger normally wore, at least not without a sweater or hoodie over it. She licked her lips nervously as she peered in the mirror. Stomach muscles clenched but Ginger forced down the nervous feelings.

She looked fine. Fuck anyone who said different. She was beyond those dickheads. This she repeated over and over in her head as she walked to school. Without Brigitte. One first step and now Ginger was getting ready for another. She climbed up the school steps, deposited her jacket in the locker and headed for the crowded hallway. Pushing the door open, Ginger paused.

Hesitated. Even considered turning around but didn't.

Instead she took the nest step down the dark path and embraced the approving looks that swept over her.