AN; This is my first ever boy meets world fic EVER! I don't own the show....I do own Rain, and anything else that you don't recognise! I'd love it if you'd review my story!!!! :o) Much love! -Kit
"Rain, is it?" Mr. Feeny asked, staunchly, from his desk chair.
"Yes, sir." Rain McAllister replied, politely.
"Well, welcome to John Adams High. I received your transcript, but I haven't yet had time to go over it, I'm afraid, we've been busy lately." Mr. Feeny apologized.
"Oh, that's fine." She nodded.
"Well, I do understand that you've been in and out of five schools in two years?"
"We move around a lot." Rain answered, leaning back in her seat.
"Oh? Your family?"
"If that's what you want to call them."
"Hmmm." The principal sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Well, I will be going over your transcript in the next day or so, but in the mean time, we need to get you settled into your schedule. A student in your class will be around in a few moments to take show you around. Here is your locker number, combination, and class list. If you have any questions you can ask Topanga, or myself."
"Topanga?" Rain asked.
"Topanga Lawrence. She'll be the one to, show you around."
"Oh." She replied, flatly. It was silly of her to be surprised at a name like Topanga, when her own was so unique. She had been teased about it in all of the five schools that she had been through.
Just then, as if on que, Rain looked up to find a girl about her height with medium brown hair, standing in the door frame with her mouth hanging open.
"Mr. Feeny?" She asked, walking towards the principle's desk. "That's not her is it?"
"Yes, Miss Lawrence, it is."
"But she looks- so..."
"Mrs. Lawrence, looks can be deceiving. Out of everyone I would never have guess you to judge a book by it's cover." He whispered.
Topanga had reacted to Rain's bright pink hair- which that day she had left down, to fall just above her shoulders- and her clothing: a hand-made skirt, which had been sewn out of left over scrap material; and the black tank top that went along with it, with the words 'I have issues' written in blue rhinestones.
Topanga nodded, and turned towards Rain. "Hi, I'm Topanga Lawrence."
"Nice to meet you." Rain replied, extending her hand.
"Well, you two get on to class, wouldn't want you to be late on your first day, young lady."
"No sir, we wouldn't want that." Rain shot back, dryly, following Topanga out of Mr. Feeny's office.
"So, where are you from?" Topanga asked, as they walked to Mr. Turner's sophomore English class.
"Nowhere, really."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Topanga asked, curiously.
Rain shrugged. "I was born in South Africa, but I don't remember it. Since then, I've lived all over the place, England, Canada, California, Arizona, Chicago, and we just moved here from Dallas."
"Why do you move so much?"
"Are you always this nosy?" She asked, ignoring Topanga's earlier question.
"I- I- didn't mean to be...."
"Oh, well maybe you should pay a little more attention. And, forget about showing me around, I can find my own way." She spat, turning away, leaving Topanga alone in an empty hallway, just as the bell rang.
After a few minuets, Rain had found her way into Mr. Turner's class. As she entered, there was a gasp from the class. Rain frowned, as she slowly walked up to Mr. Turner.
"My name is Rain McAllister, I'm a new student. This is my first day."
"Ah, well." Mr. Turner smiled, "Welcome to John Adams, and welcome to English 10, you can take a seat in the back next to Shawn." He told her, pointing out a boy with shaggy brown hair, and striking good looks. They boy eyed her strangely, as she sat down in the empty seat to his left.
"Hi." She mouthed, trying to be friendly.
Shawn, who was usually some what of an extrovert, had suddenly gone quiet. He waved back, slowly, looking into the girl's dark, chocolate brown eyes.
She smiled, and turned to the front to listen as Mr. Turner began the day's lesson. Rain could tell from his poise in front of the group that he was the cool, young teacher at John Adams.
After Mr. Turner had assigned homework for the night, and the bell had rung, Rain gathered her things, and perpared to head to her locker to drop off her new English text books, and then move on to the next class on her schedule.
"McAllister." Mr. Turner stopped her on the way out.
"Turner?" She questioned, with a slight smirk.
"Look-" He started. "I don't know your story here, but maybe I could be of some help. I know that starting over can be hard."
Rain looked down, and then shook her head. "I don't need help, thanks. If there's one thing I know how to do, it's how to start over. I'll be fine, trust me." She told the older man, looking him in the eyes.
"Sure, just, if you do...need anything, or have a question, I'm here."
Rain shook her head. "Thanks anyway, Mr. Turner. See you around."
On the way to her next class, Rain took time to look around the school. It looked a lot like the other's that she had been to through the years. It smelled the same, it looked the same, but then again some things about schools were all the same. All of them had those annoying, bright fluorescent lights. More than anything, Rain hatted those lights because, you could see every line in someone's face, every impurity. Not that she had a problem with being imperfect, she was used to that as well. The school's tile floors were also the same as any that she had ever seen, all equal square feet, hard, and smooth, and dirty. On the way to her next class, Rain found herself counting the tiles in the floor as she walked along, and was of course, no longer looking where she was going. It was then that she bumped into a boy, a boy whom she recognized, a boy with shaggy brown hair, and striking looks. Wasn't his name Shawn?
"Sorry!" He exclaimed, flustered. After composing himself, Shawn continued on his way down the hall, probably with out another thought about new pink-haired girl. At least that's what Rain thought.
For the rest of the morning, Rain found herself paying attention to the boy. She found out that his name was Shawn Hunter, that he was one of the most popular guys in the Sophomore class at John Adams Highschool, that his best friend's name was Cory Matthews, and that he had a string of girlfriends, and that any girl would go out with him at the press of a button. He was beginning to seem a bit shallow, and superficial to her, but when Rain over-heard some girls talking about how Shawn and his family lived in the local trailer park, she was taken aback, and the same question echoed over and over in her head: how could he be one of the most popular boys in the whole school,and at the same time be...trailer trash?
The day was dragging, just as every first day at a new school had for Rain. She went through the motions, meeting people, going to classes, without ever letting anything sink in, at least not until today, but up until lunch time, the new girl had been to curious about this Shawn Hunter to think about anything else. Perhaps it had been the way that she looked at him that first time in Mr. Turner's class. Had there been a connection?
That day, at lunch, Rain went though the line, and purchased a trey of macaroni and cheese all the time wondering if it would be better than the macaroni loaf at her school in Chicago, which had been the best school macaroni that she had ever eaten. Then again, what if it was worse than the macaroni at her old school in Burbank, which had been the worst macaroni that she had ever been subjected to eating- ever!
Thankfully, after taking the first few bites, Rain concluded that it wasn't as good as the Chicago macaroni and cheese, but not as bad as the Burbank macaroni and cheese. She was still picking at her trey when she looked up to find Topanga Lawrence standing over her, with a stone cold glare on her face.
"Can I help you?" Rain asked, looking back down to her tray.
"I was wondering if I could sit with you."
Rain glanced back up at the girl, skeptically. It had just been a few hours before, that she had scared this girl away. "If you must." She finally sighed, scooting over, slightly in her seat.
"It's not that I want to or anything, it's just that I got here late, because-"
"Save the sob story." Rain interrupted her.
"I was just trying to be friendly!" Topanga explained, raising her tone. "What is your problem anyway?"
Rain sighed. "I'm sorry, really."
Topanga, raised an eyebrow, signaling her to go on.
"I move around a lot, and I guess that I was just nervous or whatever, about this being my first day and all." She shrugged. "I guess I'm just not really used to people being nice to me."
Topanga smiled. "Well then, I'm sorry. I should have been more sensitive to you. I mean, I have no idea what it's like to be the new girl in school. I've lived in Philadelphia my whole life."
"Wow..." Rain breathed. She could bearly comprehend what it would be like to live in the same place for so long.
"So, all hard feelings aside, how was your morning?" Topanga asked, biting into her own tray of macaroni and cheese.
"Not too bad, I think I'm going to like English with that Turner guy."
"Yeah, Mr. Turner's a really good teacher...." Topanga trailed off. "Have you met anybody yet- or, oh I'm sorry. You can stop me if I'm asking too many questions!"
Rain giggled softly. "I must have really freaked you out with that whole thing this morning, huh?"
"Well...I'm not used to being told off for trying to be nice."
"And like I said, I'm not used to people being so nice to me." Rain smiled. "Anyway, I haven't really met anyone yet, except for my teachers, oh and don't worry about asking too many questions, I don't mind answering them." She finished. "Um, can I ask you one?"
"Sure." Topanga nodded.
"Who do you usually eat lunch with?"
"Oh, my boyfriend, Cory, and his best friend Shawn. We've all known each other since kindergarten." She explained.
"Shawn Hunter?" Rain asked.
"Yeah, that's him."
"Oh."
"What, did he come onto you or something?"
Rain laughed, nervously. "No, nothing like that. I sat by him in Turner's class, and then I bumped into him in the hall. Plus, I keep hearing about him, is he really popular or something?"
"Yeah, one of the most popular guys at John Adams, but he flirts with any girl that's breathing, so I was just wondering. Do you like him or something?"
"I don't know him!" Rain protested. "I just, you know, I was curious." She stuttered.
"You think he's cute!" Topanga exclaimed knowingly.
"So?" Rain asked. "He doesn't have a girlfriend, does he?"
"Well, not technically I guess. He's kind of a player, you know?"
"Yeah, I know his type." Rain asked, sitting up in her seat, trying to spot Shawn over the rest of the crowd in the busy, highschool cafeteria.
"The question is, do you like his type?"
"I'm not sure, but maybe we'll find out." Rain smiled, as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.
"What's your next class?" Topanga asked, picking her tray up from the table.
"Journalism."
"Cory's in that class." Topanga told her, as the two girls walked to their lockers. "I'll walk with you and introduce you." She offered.
"You sure?" Rain checked. "You don't have to."
"Of course I don't have to! I want to, come on, Shawn might even be with him."
Rain shook her head, laughingly, as she followed Topanga to room 118B.
"Rain, is it?" Mr. Feeny asked, staunchly, from his desk chair.
"Yes, sir." Rain McAllister replied, politely.
"Well, welcome to John Adams High. I received your transcript, but I haven't yet had time to go over it, I'm afraid, we've been busy lately." Mr. Feeny apologized.
"Oh, that's fine." She nodded.
"Well, I do understand that you've been in and out of five schools in two years?"
"We move around a lot." Rain answered, leaning back in her seat.
"Oh? Your family?"
"If that's what you want to call them."
"Hmmm." The principal sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Well, I will be going over your transcript in the next day or so, but in the mean time, we need to get you settled into your schedule. A student in your class will be around in a few moments to take show you around. Here is your locker number, combination, and class list. If you have any questions you can ask Topanga, or myself."
"Topanga?" Rain asked.
"Topanga Lawrence. She'll be the one to, show you around."
"Oh." She replied, flatly. It was silly of her to be surprised at a name like Topanga, when her own was so unique. She had been teased about it in all of the five schools that she had been through.
Just then, as if on que, Rain looked up to find a girl about her height with medium brown hair, standing in the door frame with her mouth hanging open.
"Mr. Feeny?" She asked, walking towards the principle's desk. "That's not her is it?"
"Yes, Miss Lawrence, it is."
"But she looks- so..."
"Mrs. Lawrence, looks can be deceiving. Out of everyone I would never have guess you to judge a book by it's cover." He whispered.
Topanga had reacted to Rain's bright pink hair- which that day she had left down, to fall just above her shoulders- and her clothing: a hand-made skirt, which had been sewn out of left over scrap material; and the black tank top that went along with it, with the words 'I have issues' written in blue rhinestones.
Topanga nodded, and turned towards Rain. "Hi, I'm Topanga Lawrence."
"Nice to meet you." Rain replied, extending her hand.
"Well, you two get on to class, wouldn't want you to be late on your first day, young lady."
"No sir, we wouldn't want that." Rain shot back, dryly, following Topanga out of Mr. Feeny's office.
"So, where are you from?" Topanga asked, as they walked to Mr. Turner's sophomore English class.
"Nowhere, really."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Topanga asked, curiously.
Rain shrugged. "I was born in South Africa, but I don't remember it. Since then, I've lived all over the place, England, Canada, California, Arizona, Chicago, and we just moved here from Dallas."
"Why do you move so much?"
"Are you always this nosy?" She asked, ignoring Topanga's earlier question.
"I- I- didn't mean to be...."
"Oh, well maybe you should pay a little more attention. And, forget about showing me around, I can find my own way." She spat, turning away, leaving Topanga alone in an empty hallway, just as the bell rang.
After a few minuets, Rain had found her way into Mr. Turner's class. As she entered, there was a gasp from the class. Rain frowned, as she slowly walked up to Mr. Turner.
"My name is Rain McAllister, I'm a new student. This is my first day."
"Ah, well." Mr. Turner smiled, "Welcome to John Adams, and welcome to English 10, you can take a seat in the back next to Shawn." He told her, pointing out a boy with shaggy brown hair, and striking good looks. They boy eyed her strangely, as she sat down in the empty seat to his left.
"Hi." She mouthed, trying to be friendly.
Shawn, who was usually some what of an extrovert, had suddenly gone quiet. He waved back, slowly, looking into the girl's dark, chocolate brown eyes.
She smiled, and turned to the front to listen as Mr. Turner began the day's lesson. Rain could tell from his poise in front of the group that he was the cool, young teacher at John Adams.
After Mr. Turner had assigned homework for the night, and the bell had rung, Rain gathered her things, and perpared to head to her locker to drop off her new English text books, and then move on to the next class on her schedule.
"McAllister." Mr. Turner stopped her on the way out.
"Turner?" She questioned, with a slight smirk.
"Look-" He started. "I don't know your story here, but maybe I could be of some help. I know that starting over can be hard."
Rain looked down, and then shook her head. "I don't need help, thanks. If there's one thing I know how to do, it's how to start over. I'll be fine, trust me." She told the older man, looking him in the eyes.
"Sure, just, if you do...need anything, or have a question, I'm here."
Rain shook her head. "Thanks anyway, Mr. Turner. See you around."
On the way to her next class, Rain took time to look around the school. It looked a lot like the other's that she had been to through the years. It smelled the same, it looked the same, but then again some things about schools were all the same. All of them had those annoying, bright fluorescent lights. More than anything, Rain hatted those lights because, you could see every line in someone's face, every impurity. Not that she had a problem with being imperfect, she was used to that as well. The school's tile floors were also the same as any that she had ever seen, all equal square feet, hard, and smooth, and dirty. On the way to her next class, Rain found herself counting the tiles in the floor as she walked along, and was of course, no longer looking where she was going. It was then that she bumped into a boy, a boy whom she recognized, a boy with shaggy brown hair, and striking looks. Wasn't his name Shawn?
"Sorry!" He exclaimed, flustered. After composing himself, Shawn continued on his way down the hall, probably with out another thought about new pink-haired girl. At least that's what Rain thought.
For the rest of the morning, Rain found herself paying attention to the boy. She found out that his name was Shawn Hunter, that he was one of the most popular guys in the Sophomore class at John Adams Highschool, that his best friend's name was Cory Matthews, and that he had a string of girlfriends, and that any girl would go out with him at the press of a button. He was beginning to seem a bit shallow, and superficial to her, but when Rain over-heard some girls talking about how Shawn and his family lived in the local trailer park, she was taken aback, and the same question echoed over and over in her head: how could he be one of the most popular boys in the whole school,and at the same time be...trailer trash?
The day was dragging, just as every first day at a new school had for Rain. She went through the motions, meeting people, going to classes, without ever letting anything sink in, at least not until today, but up until lunch time, the new girl had been to curious about this Shawn Hunter to think about anything else. Perhaps it had been the way that she looked at him that first time in Mr. Turner's class. Had there been a connection?
That day, at lunch, Rain went though the line, and purchased a trey of macaroni and cheese all the time wondering if it would be better than the macaroni loaf at her school in Chicago, which had been the best school macaroni that she had ever eaten. Then again, what if it was worse than the macaroni at her old school in Burbank, which had been the worst macaroni that she had ever been subjected to eating- ever!
Thankfully, after taking the first few bites, Rain concluded that it wasn't as good as the Chicago macaroni and cheese, but not as bad as the Burbank macaroni and cheese. She was still picking at her trey when she looked up to find Topanga Lawrence standing over her, with a stone cold glare on her face.
"Can I help you?" Rain asked, looking back down to her tray.
"I was wondering if I could sit with you."
Rain glanced back up at the girl, skeptically. It had just been a few hours before, that she had scared this girl away. "If you must." She finally sighed, scooting over, slightly in her seat.
"It's not that I want to or anything, it's just that I got here late, because-"
"Save the sob story." Rain interrupted her.
"I was just trying to be friendly!" Topanga explained, raising her tone. "What is your problem anyway?"
Rain sighed. "I'm sorry, really."
Topanga, raised an eyebrow, signaling her to go on.
"I move around a lot, and I guess that I was just nervous or whatever, about this being my first day and all." She shrugged. "I guess I'm just not really used to people being nice to me."
Topanga smiled. "Well then, I'm sorry. I should have been more sensitive to you. I mean, I have no idea what it's like to be the new girl in school. I've lived in Philadelphia my whole life."
"Wow..." Rain breathed. She could bearly comprehend what it would be like to live in the same place for so long.
"So, all hard feelings aside, how was your morning?" Topanga asked, biting into her own tray of macaroni and cheese.
"Not too bad, I think I'm going to like English with that Turner guy."
"Yeah, Mr. Turner's a really good teacher...." Topanga trailed off. "Have you met anybody yet- or, oh I'm sorry. You can stop me if I'm asking too many questions!"
Rain giggled softly. "I must have really freaked you out with that whole thing this morning, huh?"
"Well...I'm not used to being told off for trying to be nice."
"And like I said, I'm not used to people being so nice to me." Rain smiled. "Anyway, I haven't really met anyone yet, except for my teachers, oh and don't worry about asking too many questions, I don't mind answering them." She finished. "Um, can I ask you one?"
"Sure." Topanga nodded.
"Who do you usually eat lunch with?"
"Oh, my boyfriend, Cory, and his best friend Shawn. We've all known each other since kindergarten." She explained.
"Shawn Hunter?" Rain asked.
"Yeah, that's him."
"Oh."
"What, did he come onto you or something?"
Rain laughed, nervously. "No, nothing like that. I sat by him in Turner's class, and then I bumped into him in the hall. Plus, I keep hearing about him, is he really popular or something?"
"Yeah, one of the most popular guys at John Adams, but he flirts with any girl that's breathing, so I was just wondering. Do you like him or something?"
"I don't know him!" Rain protested. "I just, you know, I was curious." She stuttered.
"You think he's cute!" Topanga exclaimed knowingly.
"So?" Rain asked. "He doesn't have a girlfriend, does he?"
"Well, not technically I guess. He's kind of a player, you know?"
"Yeah, I know his type." Rain asked, sitting up in her seat, trying to spot Shawn over the rest of the crowd in the busy, highschool cafeteria.
"The question is, do you like his type?"
"I'm not sure, but maybe we'll find out." Rain smiled, as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.
"What's your next class?" Topanga asked, picking her tray up from the table.
"Journalism."
"Cory's in that class." Topanga told her, as the two girls walked to their lockers. "I'll walk with you and introduce you." She offered.
"You sure?" Rain checked. "You don't have to."
"Of course I don't have to! I want to, come on, Shawn might even be with him."
Rain shook her head, laughingly, as she followed Topanga to room 118B.