Hey guys. I've read the first chapter that I've wrote and I wasn't really happy with how it turned out but I'm open to ideas and I hope to explain Brittany more in the next few chapters and during her relationship with Santana. So please hang in there with me! Thank you to everyone who's read and liked this as this means a lot to me as the issues are quite personal. So thank you. Right, to the story!
Brittany didn't exactly know how to feel about starting a new school. A part of her felt like she should be excited, a new school means that she could be whoever she wanted to be, a fresh start for her.. But there was still that shadow of fear hanging over her head, clouding her life.
Brittany was downstairs, drinking the water that she'd just got out of the fridge when she heard her brother clambering down the stairs.
'Morning, Cay' she smiled.
'Mornin' he replied sleepily, rubbing his eyes of sleep. Brittany frowned; examining his features and recognising that all too familiar look of exhaustion on his face.
'Didn't you sleep?' she asked with concern.
'No, I could hear you crying. I thought you said the nightmares had stopped, Britt? I didn't come in because I know mom would have heard and you know what happened last time.' He mumbled, eyeing her anxiously.
'Yeah. I remember. I'm okay now though, ready for me to walk you to school?' She replied quickly, giving him the fakest smile she could muster.
'Britt, you don't have to pretend with me. I know we don't always get along but...' He said, placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently.
Brittany closed her eyes at his touch. She was sometimes baffled by how easily her brother could read her emotions. He was right, they didn't always get along and most of the time they were close to ripping out each other's throats, but growing up with a struggle had somehow brought them a connection. Brittany couldn't believe how mature her brother could be at times, despite him only being thirteen. He sometimes acted more mature than she did, and she was sixteen! She was proud of him. He had his struggles too, he never behaved at school and he had a lot of range and anger incidents, but he knew what was important and what mattered. He had a good heart and he was quickly maturing into a young man.
'I understand. Thanks, Cay' she smiled softly. 'But seriously! We gotta go! Hurry' she cried, jumping up from her seat and grabbed the two brown paper packed lunches she'd made earlier.
'Okay, okay... Let's go' he laughed, pulling his backpack on and sticking his tongue out at her. He walked towards the door first and pulled it open for Brittany to walk through ahead of him.
'Such a gentleman' she giggled at him.
'I have my moments, now lock up and let's go' he laughed, rolling his eyes and stepping out of the door behind her.
Brittany locked the door and walked down the porch steps, her brother to the left of her. Her brother's school was on the way to WMHS and her mom had asked her to drop him off on the way. She knew how her brother got at school, so she thought it best for Brittany to make him feel chilled out before he got there. They were walking down a street where there were a lot of leaves littering the pathway. She looked at Caleb and examined what he was wearing. He had on his favourite chequered shirt, a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of Chuck Taylors. Usually he'd be dressed in a Jersey, a hoodie, basketball shorts and pair of sneakers, so this was definitely a new look for him. Not that he didn't look smart typically, but he looked like he'd made an effort. Her thoughts were interrupted by Caleb looking at her suspiciously.
'Britt, why are you looking at me like that?' He asked questioningly, cocking his head to one side.
'You just... You look different. Not a bad different! You just look like you're really making an effort today, it's nice to see.' She smiled softly.
'Oh. Thanks, Britt. I just wanna do this for mom. You know? I'm going to try. You look really nice too. 'He replied, smiling back at her.
Brittany had decided on high waisted skinny jeans, light tan coloured ugg boots, a white tank top and a long sleeved black leather jacket. She had her backpack hanging from her left shoulder. Although Brittany didn't see anything pretty or positive in her physical attributes, she still had a sense of how to compliment her body shape and that's why she had opted for the skinny jeans. Brittany was tall, 5''11 to be exact, and she had long legs. She had wavy blonde hair which came to her chest and piercing blue eyes. Her brother looked very alike to her and they both had the same bright blue eyes. He had short blonde hair and dimples in both cheeks whereas Brittany had no dimples but several freckles on her face.
Today she had decided to straighten her hair and fell past her shoulders. She still had to wear her glasses though, they had large frames, I guess the 'Nerd' looking type. She wanted to make a bit of effort, hoping that it would play out in her favour and that people would just leave her alone.
The events from earlier that morning still played on her mind but she just wanted to get the day over and done with, but right now here with her brother, she felt a bit better.
'We're here, Britt' Caleb said, stopping his movements.
Brittany looked up at the school. It was big and the grounds were full of teenagers, texting and gossiping, she could already clearly see the separation of the school's cliques. She just hoped her brother would be okay. She turned to him and smiled, however seriousness in her eyes.
'Have a good day, Cay. You'll be okay, right?'
'Britt, don't worry about me. Think about yourself, right now. You have a good day too Sis' he replied, smiling, reaching out to wrap his arms around her waist. She returned the hug and snuggled into his shoulder.
'I will. Bye Cay' she whispered, pulling away from his embrace.
He smiled and adjusted his backpack, walking away from her. Brittany continued to walk past the school. Softly smiling to herself at how her brother and herself had gotten along that morning. She continued to walk for ten or so minutes until she reached a car park outside of a building with the letters 'WMHS' on it.
Teenagers were climbing out of cars, walking up to the doors, tapping away at phones... She saw a group of girls hanging around a mohawked boy who was wearing a Letterman jacket, who was leaning against his car, which looked expensive. She walked past them, not looking in their direction but couldn't avoid listening to their conversation.
'So, Puck, what's going on with you and Santana?' A female voice asked.
'Just sex, babe' Puck replied.
She guessed that Puck must have been the mohawked boy because he was the only boy stood with the girls. Brittany sneakily turned around and noticed that all of the girls were wearing cheerleading uniforms and that Puck was speaking to a girl with blonde hair and green eyes. She must have been the girl who questioned him about 'Santana'. She then turned around and walked through the doors.
Brittany was told to go to the Principle's office as soon as she arrived at school so that she could be given her timetable and map of campus. She was a bit confused at that, as she was expected to find the Principle's office without a map? She decided to just walk around and hopefully find it. As soon as she walked through the doors, she saw a long corridor, with red lockers on each side. Students were stood putting books into their lockers, some were stood alone, and some were stood with friends or boyfriends. She decided to walk quickly, afraid of judgement from all of them. She put her head down, avoiding all eye contact. She could feel their eyes on her, judging her. Her heart began to beat and she just prayed that she could find the Principle's office as soon as possible. She reached the end of the corridor and saw that the Principle's office was on the right. She saw an Asian man with black hair sat at the desk, rifling through some papers. She breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that the door said 'Principle Figgins' and she saw him motioning with his hand for her to enter. She opened the door and slipped inside.
Thirty minutes later and Brittany was wandering around the school with a map in her hand. She had English first, but she just had to find the room. It was when she reached a section of the school where there was a sign saying 'English' that she realised she was in the right place. But that's when she also realised that everybody was already in their classes and that she'd have to go in and that everyone would see her.
'Oh God' she muttered to herself.
She looked on her map and found that the room she was going to was 'E2' and it was directly in front of her. She hesitantly stepped forward and knocked on the door, pushing it forward.