Here's the prologue, setting the story.
Okay, this is a weird story, kind of, because it's mixing the original story line about the end of Beverly Hills, 90210 and the new generation. Well... okay I admit, the only thing I kept for the new generation is Kelly's job as school counselor and Jackie's death... oh and the adoption thing with Brenada but remastered by me... Well, whatever, you'll see, right? Read and Review please!
"Charlotte, wait up!"The heels of her stilettos clicked and clacked on the hard floor as she ran to the 16 years old who closed harshly the door of her locker, sighing. Flipping her long, dark blonde hair over her shoulder, Charlotte raised and eyebrow at the woman standing in front of her.
"Yes, miss Taylor?" What was worse for a popular 16-year-old to have her mother as her school's guidance counselor? Oh, maybe having a twin brother who's a complete geek. Well It was two of the major problems with Charlotte McKay. Her trick to avoid every problem is to ignore them, and calling her mother miss Taylor, like any of her friends, was one of them.
"I, uh, we need to talk... about your grades and all."
"What about my grades?" She tried to sound fakely innocent but she couldn't fool anyone with her jaw set at that point. The other students were passing by, watching the mother and the daughter glaring at one another, wondering who would give in first. They both were very stubborn but, as a school's "employee" Kelly couldn't treat her girl differently (better or worst) than the others.
"We'll talk in my office, unless you want me to tell you all of it in front of all your best friends... and some freshmen"
"Aren't you suppose tu call my parents for things like that?"
"I did, now if you please..." Kelly stepped aside, letting her daughter stomp past her letting a small sigh of frustration.
"Annabelle Walsh, get your lazy butt down here, you're going to be late!" The Walsh house was still full of unpacked boxes, each neatly organized and tagged by the daughter. Annabelle, as soon as she saw her new house in Beverly Hills, was completely exctatic. The tons of foster house she went to never were as nice as that one, and she really felt good around Brenda. She couldn't have dreamed to have a better adopted mother.
"I'm juste here, Brenda." she said, balancing her bag on her shoulder.
"Oh, great! So, ready for your first day at West Beverly High? You'll see, it's not that bad if you find the right group to go to."
"That's right, you went there! Well it's only the twentieth time you said it in a week, it's normal I couldn't remember..." They both chuckled as Benda elbowed her new daughter slightly in the ribs. Even if she wouldn't know the joy of watching a baby of her own growing old, or say their first word but she got to help a girl who was in need of it and now, even if it wasnt a man, she had someone in her life.
Annabelle's life hasn't always been easy, she lost both her parents to a DUI accident when she was eight and spent the rest of her life in and out of different foster home, some nice some less nice and untill she landed in Brenda Walsh's life, who later oficially adopted her. Brenda and Annabelle just clicked the moment they met.
"Come on, I'll drive! We're already late by the way."
"Hey! My driving's not that bad! Not anymore, anyways." answered Brenda, fakely hurt but still hopping in the passenger side of the car. She had to admit, yet, that Anna was in fact a better driver then she ever would be.
"West Beverly, here we come!" Exclaimed the young woman, getting the car out of the driveway.