*Lunch Time*
They all walked out of class all except for Bridgette. She was just thinking about how hard this term will be.
'I just had to get this classes my old teachers have to put me in this one and all these fans are driving me crazy. I wish for once that no-one could tell it's me.'
She sat down for a while to try to write her song.
'School is where I can feel free
And for once act like me
Those bullies can't do anything anymore
With all their lies spread over the floor'
"No...No...No... it makes no sense." She crumbles it up and throws it into the bin.
She walked out of class just to find a bunch of squealing fans. So she texted Alya.
'Fans outside of classroom please help'
As soon as they spotted her, they all started squealing.
A few seconds later Alya responded 'be there in a few'
"OMG Bridgette, I am like your biggest fan" Alya squealed creating a distraction.
"Who do you think you are! I'm her biggest fan" a girl bragged.
"What no I am" another girl screeched.
"No it's me," a girl yelled, followed by a lot of yelling/arguing.
With all this commotion, Bridgette was able to sneak away with Alya.
"Thanks, I owe you one," Bridgette whispered grateful that Alya had just helped her out.
"Hey, do you want to get out of school for a bit?" Alya questioned.
"People will recognize me though, trust me it will be a pain in the ass," Bridgette replied quietly shaking her head.
"But... no-one would recognize you with a disguise on,"Alya exclaimed thinking out loud.
"Now I remember why you were such a good friend." Alya looked at her weirdly. "To my... sister." Bridgette stuttered. 'Few I hope that wasn't too noticeable.'
"You okay?" Alya asked. Bridgette nodded. "Come on we need to get you a costume."