Bernie was always taught not to take what she had for granted. That you have to appreciate things because some don't have what you have. But she couldn't help but think Sleeping Beauty be damned because she hated waking up, especially when said waking up was on a Monday. Call her ungrateful but she just didn't understand why it was okay for bears to hibernate but not for humans.
Pulling a face like she had smelled something bad she rolled—literally rolled because her leg muscles didn't like to work early in the morning—and crawled in the general direction of her bathroom (that was luckily attached to her room). She flopped down in the middle of her fairly clean floor and gave herself a moment to recuperate before slowly pulling herself up. She had to take a break half way through to fight off a head rush (being 5'10" and having low blood pressure should seriously not be something that happens ever because it was a bitch) but she finally made it up right and stumbled into her bathroom. She made a beeline for the toilet (curse small bladders!) before hopping in the shower.
She did the minimum amount of washing she could do and still be considered clean before turning the water off and braving the cold tile of her bathroom floor. She ran a towel through her short hair— shaved short hair— and thanked all of the deities for electric razors. She personally believed hair was just an unnecessary pain in the ass and thought that if any boy didn't want to date her if she had none then she didn't want to date him so a year ago, as a sixteenth birthday present to herself, she bought a razor and shaved off most of her mousy brown hair. She wasn't completely bald; she made sure to keep a nice length strip down her head, giving herself a handsome looking Mohawk.
After making sure her body was relatively dry she expertly wrapped the towel around herself and pulled out some hair gel. She styled her hair in a spiky messy sort of way before deciding it was definitely an eyeliner day and pulling her black liquid liner to give herself some nice cat eyes. She put on mascara and inspected the section of her drawer she had specifically blocked off for lipstick. She decided on a deep red that bordered on maroon before heading back into her room, more awake than before.
Picking clothes was always the hardest part of Bernie's routine since she wanted to wear all of it and none of it at the same time. After about ten minutes of intense contemplation she pulled out some dark wash fairly tight jeans and a black tank top. She pulled on her black high tops and covered the tank top with a grey, loose fitting, comfy, Fahrenheit 451 sweatshirt. On the front it listed the title and author with a picture of a pile of burning books under it, across the books in all capital letter was the words "READ&DESTROY." It wasn't one of her favorite novels but she just loved how the sweatshirt captured the essence of the book too much to not buy it.
She checked herself in the mirror, deciding to add some gold hoops to the outfit, before going to find her red backpack. She checked to make sure it had all of the basic school supplies she had packed the night before it in (knowing her new teachers would give her a better idea on what to bring after today), her wallet and license, and her sunglasses. As a last second decision she grabbed her sleek looking Beats case. Inside were her bright red Studio Beats, which she had spent a couple of months cleaning houses for too little money to save up the $300 for. They were her babies and she preferred not to bring them to places where they could easily be stolen but her love for beautiful sounding music overrode her worry for the day.
She grabbed her keys off her desk before doing a quick check of her room to make sure she didn't forget anything. She nodded to herself before racing down the steps of their decent sized two story house. She sped around the corner and into the kitchen, knowing she was probably already running late because that's just how it usually went down.
Her Uncle Phillip was already downstairs in his suit reading the paper. He always did fancy smancy jobs to support their odd little family while his boyfriend Dom, who was probably still sleeping, did more unique jobs ranging from being a barista to being a barber.
She lived with her mid-thirties uncle because when her parents got a divorce (about two years ago) both decided they needed time find themselves, which was just fancy talk for her dad getting remarried a month after the divorce and her mom turning into a cougar. Both didn't really know what to do with her and since she was already super close with her uncle it was a three-way mutual decision that Uncle Phillip would watch her and they would send checks every month.
"You know some people like to be early on their first day so they can get used to the campus before classes start." Phillip calmly stated, not even looking up from the paper as she whirled around the kitchen grabbing random fruit.
"Well where's the surprise in that though?" She replied with a smile as she peeled a banana, taking a huge bite out of it (She preferred not to eat in the morning but her body demanded sustenance).
"Be good today." Phillip put down the paper and made sure to catch her eye, "I don't want any calls saying you burned down the school."
Bernie shrugged, "I don't know sometimes matches are just asking to be played with."
He gave her a look but still went back to his paper, "As long as you can talk your way out of any trouble you make for yourself."
She gave him a devilish grin before finishing her banana and giving him a kiss on top of his gelled head, "I can talk my way out of anything." She said as she grabbed an apple and headed to the door.
"Have a nice day." He called and she saluted him before making her way through the hall and out the front door.
When she got outside she made her way to her other baby besides her Beats which would be her white Jeep Cherokee. It was fairly old but it had a CD player and a tape player (which meant a place to plug a chord that allowed her to play music straight from her IPod) so she couldn't be upset about it, of course it helped that she had to pay a third of the money to get it. She had to drive it all the way from California to get it here but she liked driving so it wasn't bad.
She threw her backpack in the passenger seat and turned the car on. She pulled out her IPhone (an amazing sixteenth birthday present from Dom and Phil) and plugged it in. She put it on shuffle, quite happy when a Kid Cudi song started to play, and turned it up so she barely hear herself think. Bernie like to believe there was no other volume worth playing and no other way to drive.
Bernie took a bite of her apple before peeling out and speeding her way to the high school. She liked to believe that the speed limit signs were more of a suggestion than a law and surprisingly enough she had never been pulled over for her complete and utter disregard for her speed. It took her record time (or at least she assumed it was record, she couldn't really say since she had never driven here before) to reach the school. A couple of students still milling around before the bell openly stared at her as she parked, Bernie guessed it was equal parts the volume of her music and the fact she was a new girl. She grabbed her bag and finished her apple before getting out of her car and heading towards the school.
Mystic Falls High School she read as she approached the building. It was as daunting as any new school but it did have the added factor that everyone was staring wondering who she was. Phillip moved wherever his boss needed him so Bernie had been the "new girl" many times before and was used to the staring, plus she knew it was always worse in smaller towns.
She walked with complete confidence as she headed toward the office. Bernie believed that it was best to look like you know what you are doing even when you don't. It showed as she approached the attendance counter and leaned against it like she had all the time in the world.
"How may I help you?" The attendance secretary asked. She seemed nice enough, maybe a little bored but it had to come with the job.
"Hi I'm the new girl Bernice Blithe Casson." She gave her a smile, "I need my schedule and maybe some directions on how to get to my first class?"
The woman smiled back and started typing on her computer, "Of course. Here is the schedule and luckily your first class is fairly close to here. You just need to go down the hall and to the right and it is in room 103." The woman handed her a schedule telling her that she had Humanities first period.
"Thank you dear." Bernie replied as she tried to memorize the schedule.
"No problem, come see me if you have any problems." Bernie gave her a nod before heading out of the office.
There were a good amount of people milling around since the bell was about to ring and Bernie found herself having to navigate through the crowd while still trying to find her class. One thing she despised more than anything was high school hallways. It was like all of the other students made it their personal goal to trip, bump into, and hit Bernie as much as they could. Bernie cursed under her breath but she didn't snap at anyone like she wanted to, knowing it would just cause her unwanted attention.
Eventually she was able to find and get to her classroom. She took a moment to take a deep breath so her anger from the hallway wouldn't show through. When she felt a little better she nodded to herself and opened the door, already completely sick of being in school.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing
-So I'm not a huge VD nerd meaning I haven't actually seen all of the episodes (Only a few here and there) so I apologize if I butcher the timeline (though most of this will have nothing to do with the plotline of the show just the characters) or if I make everyone oooober out of character. I wish I could tell you I won't but they will mainly be written how I want them to act to fit into my plotline so sorry if you are a super in character person.
-I wrote this to prove a point but somewhere between starting this and now I totally can't remember my point. My point of saying this is I suggest you take this story lightly. This is me having fun with an OC of mine and it might offend some of you that are super into this show. I apologize for any offending I do in the future.
-If you have any questions about my OC or the story feel free to comment or PM me I will try to answer them as best as I can but to tell you the truth I have no idea where this story is going.