This is an Everwood fanfic written by me, kaze.
Please do not steal and say it's yours. Ask me for permission to post it up or something.
Characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers and belong to Gregory Berlanti.
However, Aaron and Wendy are MINE.
I might not be able to complete this fanfic but keep supporting me and maybe I will!
Thank you and enjoy the story!
Chapter 7
Wendy closed her book once the bell rung, signaling the start of classes. She walked into her first class: Spanish. She saw her teacher and talked to her for a while. Her teacher, señora Wallace, gave Wendy her textbooks and told her all she needed in her classes. Class started and Wendy was seated in the back next to a tall Caucasian boy.
The boy gave greetings to Wendy and smiled. Wendy smiled back and gave the same greeting, including her name, and asking for his. His name was Collin and Wendy kept that in mind. Class started and Wendy paid attention, writing notes every once and a while if she didn't know a word. During the class period, señora Wallace split the class in groups of two to get understand a dialogue and help each other out. Wendy and Collin were partners.
Wendy was quite familiar with some of these terms but Collin was clueless. She began to help him translate and they talked to each other in a mix of Spanish and English. They got to know each other pretty well. The bell rung and the class rushed out.
"Well, I guess I'll see ya tomorrow!" Wendy smiled, waving.
"Wait a sec!" Collin screamed, "I see you at lunch! I want you to meet the group that I chill with! You'll fit right in with us, okay?"
Wendy smiled, "Of course! I'll see you then! Bye," she waved as she rushed her to next class: Dance.
Wendy was looking forward to dance. There were a few different courses of dance available: General, Pop, Hip-hop, Ballet and more. Wendy signed up for Hip-hop since there was an opening. Hopefully Wendy would be able to fit right in, being from the city and all.
She walked into the dance studio and saw that there were mostly males inside. In fact, it was all males with the exception of Wendy herself.
'It doesn't matter,' she thought, 'It's just all good fun!'
She looked around for the teacher. She couldn't find the teacher so she just looked towards the crowd that gathered. As she peered, she could see a little dance competition. She smiled at the sight. She walked into the circle and began to show off a few moves. Everyone around her looked stunned.
"Check out the Asian chick with the orange hair." "Look at the moves." "Hey Bright! I think you lost."
Wendy stopped and smiled at the person named Bright. She looked at him, egging him on. The two began their competition. After ten minutes of battling, the two shook hands and declared that there wasn't a winner. Wendy smiled at him.
"Nice," Bright complimented, "Where'd you learned to do all that?"
"I came from a city where one of the most funnest thing to do was to freak dance. Whatcha expect?" she winked and grinned again.
He gave a look of surprise, "You don't look like the type to be freak dancing," he looked at her hair, "And what's with city folk and dyeing their hair? I'm Bright. And you are...?"
She grinned once again, obviously not afraid to reveal her beautiful white teeth, "I'm not freaky," she winked. "Not everybody from the city dyes their hair though."
"Some city folks moved in a few months ago. One kid had his hair dye. And it's obvious you have yours dyed too. Of course, yours looks much better than his," Bright laughed, nudging a few of his friends.
She looked at them curiously and then she shook her head, "Oh yeah! My name is Wendy! Pleased to meet you all," she said, looking at her gawking admirers.
The other guys were at a lost for words and Wendy laughed, "Where's the teach-"
The door opened, "Sorry I'm so late! I'm Ms. Baxsworth, your substitute teacher! Nice to meet you all!"
The guys groaned and walked away from the door.
After endless scolding of the students' incapability to dance, class ended and everybody rushed out of the studio. Ms. Baxsworth was the biggest perfectionist and talkative person the world had ever known of. Wendy had run out the door with her fellow classmates. She got to kind of know them by little whispers passed during the grueling session of Ms. Baxsworth, including Bright. She kind of got along with him but she thought he joked around a little too much by giving Ms. Baxsworth smart remarks.
She ran away from her newfound friends and went to English, her next class. She was the first student who walked in; the others were probably chatting in the hallway. She walked up to her teacher, Mr. Donnell, and talked to him for a while. She received a list of supplies she needed, plus books that were needed in class. He also gave her a few notes so she could catch up with the rest of the class.
"The notes," he had said, "are not sufficient enough to get you through this class. I suggest you ask a diligent student to borrow some notes. There's an empty seat over there in the back of the class."
She sat at her assigned seat and waited endlessly for class to begin. She needed the notes. She looked at the door. Seeing that no one would come yet, she took out her composition book and began to write. The bell rung again, signaling every student to get to class. The classroom was soon filled.
Please do not steal and say it's yours. Ask me for permission to post it up or something.
Characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers and belong to Gregory Berlanti.
However, Aaron and Wendy are MINE.
I might not be able to complete this fanfic but keep supporting me and maybe I will!
Thank you and enjoy the story!
Chapter 7
Wendy closed her book once the bell rung, signaling the start of classes. She walked into her first class: Spanish. She saw her teacher and talked to her for a while. Her teacher, señora Wallace, gave Wendy her textbooks and told her all she needed in her classes. Class started and Wendy was seated in the back next to a tall Caucasian boy.
The boy gave greetings to Wendy and smiled. Wendy smiled back and gave the same greeting, including her name, and asking for his. His name was Collin and Wendy kept that in mind. Class started and Wendy paid attention, writing notes every once and a while if she didn't know a word. During the class period, señora Wallace split the class in groups of two to get understand a dialogue and help each other out. Wendy and Collin were partners.
Wendy was quite familiar with some of these terms but Collin was clueless. She began to help him translate and they talked to each other in a mix of Spanish and English. They got to know each other pretty well. The bell rung and the class rushed out.
"Well, I guess I'll see ya tomorrow!" Wendy smiled, waving.
"Wait a sec!" Collin screamed, "I see you at lunch! I want you to meet the group that I chill with! You'll fit right in with us, okay?"
Wendy smiled, "Of course! I'll see you then! Bye," she waved as she rushed her to next class: Dance.
Wendy was looking forward to dance. There were a few different courses of dance available: General, Pop, Hip-hop, Ballet and more. Wendy signed up for Hip-hop since there was an opening. Hopefully Wendy would be able to fit right in, being from the city and all.
She walked into the dance studio and saw that there were mostly males inside. In fact, it was all males with the exception of Wendy herself.
'It doesn't matter,' she thought, 'It's just all good fun!'
She looked around for the teacher. She couldn't find the teacher so she just looked towards the crowd that gathered. As she peered, she could see a little dance competition. She smiled at the sight. She walked into the circle and began to show off a few moves. Everyone around her looked stunned.
"Check out the Asian chick with the orange hair." "Look at the moves." "Hey Bright! I think you lost."
Wendy stopped and smiled at the person named Bright. She looked at him, egging him on. The two began their competition. After ten minutes of battling, the two shook hands and declared that there wasn't a winner. Wendy smiled at him.
"Nice," Bright complimented, "Where'd you learned to do all that?"
"I came from a city where one of the most funnest thing to do was to freak dance. Whatcha expect?" she winked and grinned again.
He gave a look of surprise, "You don't look like the type to be freak dancing," he looked at her hair, "And what's with city folk and dyeing their hair? I'm Bright. And you are...?"
She grinned once again, obviously not afraid to reveal her beautiful white teeth, "I'm not freaky," she winked. "Not everybody from the city dyes their hair though."
"Some city folks moved in a few months ago. One kid had his hair dye. And it's obvious you have yours dyed too. Of course, yours looks much better than his," Bright laughed, nudging a few of his friends.
She looked at them curiously and then she shook her head, "Oh yeah! My name is Wendy! Pleased to meet you all," she said, looking at her gawking admirers.
The other guys were at a lost for words and Wendy laughed, "Where's the teach-"
The door opened, "Sorry I'm so late! I'm Ms. Baxsworth, your substitute teacher! Nice to meet you all!"
The guys groaned and walked away from the door.
After endless scolding of the students' incapability to dance, class ended and everybody rushed out of the studio. Ms. Baxsworth was the biggest perfectionist and talkative person the world had ever known of. Wendy had run out the door with her fellow classmates. She got to kind of know them by little whispers passed during the grueling session of Ms. Baxsworth, including Bright. She kind of got along with him but she thought he joked around a little too much by giving Ms. Baxsworth smart remarks.
She ran away from her newfound friends and went to English, her next class. She was the first student who walked in; the others were probably chatting in the hallway. She walked up to her teacher, Mr. Donnell, and talked to him for a while. She received a list of supplies she needed, plus books that were needed in class. He also gave her a few notes so she could catch up with the rest of the class.
"The notes," he had said, "are not sufficient enough to get you through this class. I suggest you ask a diligent student to borrow some notes. There's an empty seat over there in the back of the class."
She sat at her assigned seat and waited endlessly for class to begin. She needed the notes. She looked at the door. Seeing that no one would come yet, she took out her composition book and began to write. The bell rung again, signaling every student to get to class. The classroom was soon filled.