Bridgette looked at her assignment card. It said she was in the West wing, in room 304. Where on earth was 304? She read something that-wait a minute. She flipped the map upside down. Of course she had to walk all the way across the school to get there…but whatever. She finally got to 304, and she saw another girl unpacking her things. The girl had shortish brown hair, to her shoulders, and looked very -what word was it again? Intelligent-that was the word she was looking for.

"Is this the right place?" she asked the girl. "304?"

"Yeah. You're my roommate, I guess." the girl said. "Courtney."

She stuck out her hand.

"Um…no, I'm not Courtney. I'm Bridgette." Bridgette said.

"Not you, ME." Courtney looked a little annoyed. She straightened her headband. Bridgette apologized and started unpacking her duffel.

Courtney said "Did you run into someone named Heather out there, by chance, because she's our roommate too."

That would explain the third bed, Bridgette thought. A girl with long black hair walked into the room. She placed her suitcase on the empty bed and said to Courtney "Why do YOU get the bed by the heater?"

Bridgette never thought about that. But she didn't care, either. "You're Heather, I suppose?" Courtney said with a little eye roll.

"Duh." Heather said. Courtney laid her suitcase on the floor and announced that she was done unpacking and was going to go swimming.

"We have a POOL here?" Bridgette said in awe. Courtney nodded, and went into the bathroom to change. She came out about two minutes later in a green tankini and she put her hair in a ponytail. She had a clip in her mouth and used it to clip up her bangs.

Bridgette looked at Courtney, observantly. She wasn't tall, about 5'2", and really pretty. She was still not done growing, and she looked about 14. Bridgette's age.

Courtney walked out of the room, grabbing a white towel on her way out. Bridgette went back to her unpacking.

Courtney stopped and chatted with a few people on her way down to the pool. She learned that the dorm mates were LeShawna and Izzy, Lindsay and Katie, Sadie and Beth, and Gwen and Eva. She didn't know who any of those people were, just that she got stuck with the three-some.

On her way into the pool she ran into a boy that had on a swimsuit. "Watch where you're going, Princess." he said coolly. Courtney looked at him. He had blue eyes, and black hair, except for a green mohawk.

"I believe that YOU should be watching where YOU'RE going." she said just as coolly. He laughed. Courtney didn't know why. She walked past him and outside to the pool. She looked back, and saw that he was smiling at her. She smiled back, for good measure.

As Courtney laid her towel out Mohawk Boy walked up to her. "Never caught your name." he said.

"Well, it's not a fish, so why would you need to catch it?" she asked.

"I'm Duncan." he said.

"Courtney. But my nickname is LEAVE ME ALONE."

"Whatever, Princess."

"Don't call me that!"

But he had already walked away. Courtney dived into the pool.

Meanwhile, back in the dorm, Bridgette and Heather weren't getting along too well.

"What are you doing?" Bridgette asked.

"I'm putting your makeup on." Heather replied.

"What if I don't WANT any on?" Bridgette tried to keep her cool.

"Oh, please. You know it as well as I do that pretty girls wear makeup. And especially in highschool."

"Well, 1) I don't consider myself pretty, and 2) I do NOT wear makeup. Ever. Even in highschool."

"Come on. Just this once? I'll just do a little bit."

Bridgette sighed. "But I'm going swimming."

"I'll use waterproof."

Boy, this girl has an excuse for everything. Too bad Courtney left for the pool. Bridgette thought as she tried to avoid getting her eye poked out by a pencil.

10 minutes later Heather was done, and Bridgette was fed up with it.

"Come on, just look at it!" Heather said.

"No." Bridgette replied.

"You look good. Come on." Heather persuaded, and shoved her in front of the mirror.

Bridgette looked at it. I guess a little couldn't hurt-wait, what am I thinking? She tried to scrub it off. "Stupid waterproof" she grumbled.

"Hey, I have a blue swimsuit that would look so CUTE on you!" Heather said. Bridgette blinked.

"Come on."

Bridgette gave her an angry stare.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeee…" Bridgette plugged her ears. After 2 minutes she finally conceded. "FINE! I give up!" she said.

She shoved Heather out of the bathroom and put on the swimsuit. It was two pieces, and it was a bikini. She instantly hated it, but thought You know, she's just trying to be my friend. How much damage could it do?

Bridgette decided that it couldn't be that bad to be friends with Heather. She wore the swimsuit, and consented to let Heather braid her hair. And regretted it all as she walked out into the hallway.

She accidentally walked into a blonde boy in a pink shirt.

"Omigosh, I'm so sorry!" she said, and looked up. A thought crossed her mind: WOW.

The boy looked at her. "Hi. I'm Geoff."

"Bridgette." she said back. Then she realized that she was staring and snapped out of her trance. "I mean, it's nice to meet you."

Geoff laughed. "Well, I hope I'll see you around." He turned around and walked away with his friend.

Me too! her brain yelled out.

Then a thought crossed her mind: when she met this guy she was wearing makeup and a swimsuit! She could never show her face around him again!

Bridgette scrubbed at her eyes. "Is there something you can use to get this stuff off? It's like Sharpie!" she said to Heather.

"Yeah. I have some in the dorm. I'll lend you some." Heather said.

Heather watched Bridgette scrub off all the traces of anything on her face. TDH alliance, complete, she thought. Now I just need to get Courtney in on it.