Oh Great, Another High School Fic
By Simsgal
Disclaimer:I do not own Total Drama ;)
Chapter One- Courtney
It was a sunny morning, slightly breezy. Birds were chirping outside of a certain brunette's window. They were kind of loud, very obnoxious, yet very jovial. Luckily for Courtney, that woke her up, along with the sunlight streaming into her window, instead of her alarm clock. Today was her favorite day.
It wasn't most teen's favorite day, but it was definitely hers, and she wanted it to be absolutely perfect: The First Day of School. Most would groan, some would swear, all would whine. But, Courtney had a bright smile on her face and jumped out of bed very quickly, almost falling. She made her bed and used her marker to cross off today. Her brother teased her endlessly for having a calender.
"Who the hell has a calender, Court?" he would tease her. She would just ignore him and continue with whatever she was doing. Courtney found it necessary to stay very organized, very clean, and very punctual. She made straight A's, and studied a lot for it. She has been playing volleyball for 3 years. After Freshman year, the coach and manager thought she was so good they upped her to varsity at summer tryouts. She was the only sophmore on varisty. Some of the girls were a little harsh to her but she was such a good player, they began to tolerate and then eventually like her.
It was her first day of Junior Year. After this she only had a year left until college. She was looking at so many schools, and her parents knew that in the mail she would be getting letters and recommendations soon.
The excited girl goes into her bathroom and starts a shower. She washed her hair last night so it was soft and smelled like her favorite scent: cherry coconut. Her hair was dark brown and reached just above her collarbones. Over the summer she surprised her friends and family by chopping off her waist length tresses and came home with a cute new cut. At first they were surprised, but Courtney loved it. She didn't even cry like she thought she would.
Hopping into the shower, she quickly washes herself and washes her face, and then gets out and puts on lotion and perfume. She was also quite the priss. She turned her nose up at a lot of things and her friends relentlessly picked at her about it.
Not that she cared.
Thinking about them made her smile and go to get dressed quicker. She had seen some of them over the summer, but her best friend, Bridgette went to Italy for almost the entire summer. She barely got to see her and was aching to hug her and see if she had pictures from the beautiful country.
For her first day, Coutney slips on a white halter top and olive colored sweater cardigan, and loose, comfortable, jean shorts. She wears her brown sandals, and her toenails are pink, which of course, made her 3 times more excited. She straightens her medium length, thick, curly hair and wore it so it tickled across her shoulders. It was bouncy and energetic, exactly how the brunette was feeling. For her make up, she simply wore mascara, a thin line of eyeliner, and strawberry chapstick. She didn't wear a lot, and lots of people said she looked better with less. Her brown eyes still popped and she grinned at herself. Her freckles were as prominent as ever, which most people commented on considering she was was mixed. Her father was black and her mother was Cuban, and neither of them had freckles, yet Courtney and her little brother, Collin, sported some right acorss their matching noses.
Lastly, the girl grabs her backpack and her small cross-body purse and goes down stairs. Her mother is awake, cooking breakfast. Her father was upstairs showering. She grabs the fresh school supplies off of the counter with her name and slips them into her backpack and then kisses her mother on the cheek.
"Goodmorning mommy." She greets cheerfully. Mrs. Marsales grins her beautiful smile at her daughter. She would never tell her age, but she was somewhere in her 40's. She looked like a more mature version of the younger Marsales girl and had wild but fun curls. Courtney also had them but chose to straighten her hair often.
"Buenes Dias, mija. Good morning. I see you are excited." Amara knew her daughter was simply ecstatic about school and was an amazing student. On the other hand, her son didn't like school that much, but still got A's and B's, and the occasional C. "Your brother is still asleep." Courtney nods.
"His first day of high school and he's still sleeping? Isn't he happy about this?" Amara chuckles and finishes up cooking. Her daughter goes to make coffee.
"I guess not. You both have such… contrasting personalities. I simply adore it—Yo quiero." There is a thud upstairs and Courtney looks up. She then hears a loud groan. Collin was finally up.
"Speak of wickedness." She mumbles. Her mother gives her a small look and she shrugs. "Kidding. I'll get the toast."
"Toast yes, Toast. Family breakfast." Her father comes down singing. Coutrney adored her goofy father. He could brighten up almost anyone's day. He worked very hard for what his family has. Growing up, he wasn't the most fortunate so he wanted his kids to have the best they could. Cliché, yes; but it meant the world to him. He kept his mother's last name because he wanted nothing to do with his father who was barely around. Disa Marsales raised a good son.
"Derek if you do not stop all of that singing." Amara warns him, waving the spatula. He places a kiss on the short woman's lips causing Courtney to fake gag. She actually loved that her parents had a good relationship. They joked around like they were teenage sweethearts.
"Collin isn't down yet?" he sighs, before looking through the paper. Courtney swears he is the only person who still reads those things.
"Of course not, he's probably spraying on 30 pounds of nauseating cologne and throwing on pants he wore yesterday. She jeers as her mother gives her another look.
"He's still young. He'll grow out of it. I used to hate baths too." Her father chortles as the women shook their heads. "And don't worry, I heard him showering last night."
"So bad singing does run in this family for males?" Amra titters before Courtney high-fives her.
"Very funny. So, Courtney, are you running for student council again?" Her father already knew the answer to this.
"A thousand times yes! I am so excited. I am totally going to blow my competition out of the water and onto the dirt." She cheers, eating her eggs.
"And be a good sport, I hope?" she just eats more eggs. Courtney was also very competitive. A trait that developed at a very young age.
"You should know Court by now. Ay, donde es Collin?¡ Tu es muy despacio!" Mrs. Masarles groans. "Collin! You'll be late for your first day!" their mother calls.
"I'm coming! Give me a sec!" he screams louder than necessary as Courtney cringes.
God she was going to hate having to go to school with her brother. He was so embarrassing! He was going to make them both look bad. Her father notices her cringe and smiles, rubbing her hand.
"He'll adjust. Don't worry."
"He better." The brunette groans. Then she remembers AP History and perks up once again. Over the summer both Marsales children got their schedules and locker. They knew all of the classes they would be taking, and Courtney knew where everything was. Luckily for her, all of Collin's classes were on the C hallway, which was mostly for freshmen so she would barely see her obnoxious sibling. Her classes were in the D and A hall, and she had gym last period which was across from the auditorium and cafeteria in the center of the large school; J.D. Wawanakwa Senior High. It was a mouthful, but one of the best schools in the state.
Finally, Collin comes down the stairs, bookbag over one shoulder. Courtney smiles at her younger brother who looks nice with his short-ish curly haircut and nice outfit.
"Wow, you actually tried today." She smirks as he rolls his eyes at her.
"Shut up." He growls, sitting next to her as the shove each other. Their dad intervenes.
"Now you two stop it. Make us proud. Okay?" Courtney sneers at her brother.
"Oh, I always do." She brags. "Hmph." She flips her hair and puts her nose into the air.
"I wonder how many butts you have to kiss to make those fake straight A's. You're always on the phone with Leshawna or Bridgette." He says disgustedly.
"Collin Derek Juarito Marsales!" his mother hisses at him as he just laughs.
"Kidding, kidding." He says putting his hands up in defense. Courtney just snickers, sticking her tongue out at her brother.
"I swear you guys still act like little kids. Oh, here is your lunch money. Eat healthy." Derek hands each of them a five dollar bill from his wallet. Courtney immediately puts the money in her black leather wallet along with her driver's permit, student identity card, library card, and lots of other things that were neatly in slots. Collin simply balls up the money and puts it in his backpack pocket.
They all eat breakfast together. The Marsales were like the picture perfect family.
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As soon as Courtney is on campus and exits her mother's car, she takes a deep breath and looks all around.
"Yes! One more year after this, Court!" she says to herself. The Marsales children wave goodbye to their mother and Collin is already leaving to go find some of his friends from junior high. Courtney has no problem with this, even though their mother said for her to help him find his away around.
He'll manage. I need to find Bridge and Shawnie. She thinks determnined before entering the school. The halls are loud, as usual on the first day as friends reunite and trade summer stories about whatever. Girls are squealing and hugging as boys just prefer to be loud and obnoxious, doing their handshakes or whatever. She notices freshmen being too loud and their shorts are too short. She hears bits and pieces of some people's conversations as she walks by, looking around for her friends.
"… Oh my god, the house was right on the beach…"
"…It was so cool. I got to meet him and everything. It was like a dream come true…"
"…totally fucking wicked. My bro Mike jumped off of the roof and landed into the pool…"
"…. We had sex like, everyday. Yeah, you could say I'm a sex god, or whatever." Courtney winces at the latter and peers over to a sophmore. She rolls her eyes at him and his pervert little friends.
She fails at finding the blonde and black girl but goes to her locker and smiles. It's empty and she cannot wait to fill it. She begins sticking in her notebooks, pencils, and markers while smiling. There's a tap on her shoulder and Courtney turns to see her best friend since grade 7/ the seventh grade: Leshawna Brinks. The short girl hugs Courtney and they smile at eachother.
"Girl look at you! You look like a freakin' model baby!" Leshawna gushes. Courtney can't stop smiling.
"And look at you—I see that the accessories are amazing!" the taller brunette replies. Leshawna flaunts her stuff. She was 5'2, thicker than most, and flaunted herself with pride. She was busty and cury everywhere. Many have called her fat but the girl would just brush it off and ignore them because she loved herself. She had a black, wavy, high ponytail going down her back and wore white sneakers, tight capris, and a yellow shirt.
"And I'm only 5'5. That's no where near model height." Courtney says, before shutting her locker gently. "Have you seen Bridgette?"
"Yeah yeah! She's at the guidance office getting her schedule." They go to walk in that direction. "So, how was your summer, girl?" Courtney shrugs.
"Well we visited my grandparents in Boca Raton, Florida. Went to the beach, I mostly caught up on my summer reading." Courtney says, talking animatedly. "I went to the library a lot."
"Summer Reading? Courtney you're too cute, baby." The shorter girl teases. "But I, was living large with my cousin Jasmine! We did all this cool shit. Parties—tell me Court, did you go to one party?" Leshawna asks knowingly. Courtney just chuckles lamely.
"Uh… I went to my cousin's birthday." She says a-matter-of-factly. Leshawna looks surprised, and then waves to another girl.
"Was it a sweet 16? An 18th?"
"12." The brunette replies. Leshawna breaks out into laughter as Courtney's dark cheeks flush. "Whatever!" she squawks. "Let's go find Bridgette."