A/N: Hey guys. Here's another story, but in this one they are in eighth grade, and Trish just moved to Boston. I hope you like it, and I'm only going to continue if you do. )
Words in Italics are what the character is thinking.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone mentioned in this story except, Kyle, Aubrey, Ethan, Jordan, Mike, Ryan, and Sophia. All the wrestlers own themselves.
Getting Used To It: Part 1
"Trish! Get the rest of your suitcases in the car! We have to leave soon!" Trish's dad yelled up the stairs of their Toronto home.
"No! I'm not moving! You move and I'll stay!"
"Trish, you're thirteen years old, you are not staying in Toronto by yourself. You are moving to Boston with me, Kyle, and Aubrey."
Trish's dad was tired of her arguing with him about moving. He had told her three weeks ago that they were moving to Boston.
Kyle was Trish's sixteen-year-old brother. He had short blonde curly hair, and blue eyes.
Aubrey was Trish's seven-year-old sister. She has long blonde hair, and brown eyes.
Her dad walked up the stairs, into Trish's room, and took the last of her suitcases to put them into the car. "Come on, now."
Trish nodded and walked down the stairs, when she got to the bottom of the stairs she noticed her best friend Stacy Keibler standing outside in the front yard. She walked out of the house and toward Stacy.
"Hey." Trish said quietly as she approached Stacy.
"Hi," Stacy started. "So, you're really moving?"
"Unfortunately. I don't wanna go. All of my friends are here, not there."
"Trish, come on!" Trish turned her head and saw Kyle calling her name. Everyone was in the car, ready to go, except her.
Trish turned back to Stacy and hugged her. "I'm gonna miss you, Stace." Trish said as she started to cry.
"I'm gonna miss you too." Stacy said hugging her back.
"I better go. But I'll call you, I swear."
"Okay. Bye, Trish." Stacy said waving to Trish as she got into the car.
"Bye, Stace."
Once Trish was in the car she waved to Stacy, and they left.
Three Hours Later
"How much longer, daddy?" Aubrey asked.
"Not that much longer, we're almost there." Her dad answered.
"Oh great." Trish mumbled.
Trish hadn't said a word since they left Toronto. She didn't feel like talking to her dad, she hated him right now. And there was no point in complaining to Kyle or Aubrey because they were happy about moving.
"So, dad, how big is this new house?" Kyle asked as he turned off his CD player.
"It has four bedrooms, a dining room, kitchen, a living room, and indoor swimming pool and hot tub, and outdoor swimming pool and hot tub, a gamehouse, and a volleyball court, and a basketball court." Trish's dad said smiling, because he knew Trish loved volleyball, and he thought it would help cheer her up a little bit.
When they pulled up outside of the house, Trish couldn't believe how big it was.
"Well, we're here." Trish's dad announced, while getting out of the car.
"Great." Trish said sarcastically.
Everything was already in the house because Trish's dad and his friends brought down their furniture the night before.
Aubrey and Kyle were looking around the house, and Trish's dad was bringing in the suitcases.
"I think I'm gonna go for a walk or something." Trish said, as she was about to walk out.
"But you don't know your way around or anything."
"Well then, I guess I'll figure it out, won't I?" Trish asked sarcastically, while walking out of the house.
As Trish was walking down the sidewalk she noticed three guys standing across the street.
Across The Street
"Dude, look." John Cena said to his friend who was standing right next to him.
"She must be new." Randy Orton answered smirking.
"She's hot." Adam Copeland cut in, as he stared at her.
"Dude, you're going out with Candice." Randy said rolling his eyes at the mention of Adam's girlfriend's name.
"Unfortunately, I don't even like Candice."
"Who would?" John asked sarcastically. "Let's go say hi to her."
Randy and Adam nodded and followed John across the street. When they stopped, they stopped in front of Trish, which pissed her off even more then she already was.
Trish rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Who are you? And why are you standing in my way?" Trish asked rudely.
"I'm Adam Copeland, this is John Cena, and that is Randy Orton. We know you're new, and we figured we would come over and say hi." Adam said smiling, as he looked her up and down.
"Well, you said hi, so get out of my way." Trish said pushing past them.
As Trish walked away, Randy laughed and turned to John and Adam. "Well, she seems happy, doesn't she?"
"Oh yeah."
Later That Night
Later that night Trish was laying in bed, thinking. What if nobody likes me in this new school? What will I do? I'm gonna be all alone. This sucks, I hate my dad. I hate this place, I hate my life, I hate everyone.
"Trish, get to bed." She heard her dad call to her.
"Whatever." Trish said turning off her light and going to sleep.
The Next Day
The next morning Trish woke up and took a shower. When she got out of the shower she got dressed, she put on a white off the shoulder long sleeve shirt, white jeans that flared at the bottom, and white Adidas.
When she was done getting dressed she brushed her teeth and hair. Then she put on lip-gloss, mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow. When she was finally done she exited the bathroom and walked down the stairs and out of the house.
At School
When she arrived at school, everyone was in their classes already. The secretary from the office, Mrs. Jones, showed her to her first period class, Math.
"This is your Math class," Mrs. Jones said smiling. "Do you have any questions for me?"
Trish shook her head 'no'. Mrs. Jones nodded and knocked on the door, once she got the 'okay' from the teacher Trish walked in.
"Hi, I'm your math teacher, Mr. Davidson," He said smiling. "What's your name?"
"Trish Stratus." Trish answered.
"Hello, Trish. And welcome to Boston Middle School. You can have the seat right in front of Stephanie." He said pointing to the available seat in front of Stephanie McMahon.
After Trish took her seat she immediately started to draw in her notebook. Then the bell rang, Trish gathered her things and got up, but stopped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Stephanie standing behind her. "Hi, I'm Stephanie McMahon."
"I'm Trish."
"Nice to meet you, Trish," Stephanie said smiling. "What class do you have next?"
"Um…" Trish pulled out her schedule and read her next class. "Social Studies."
"Me too. I'll show you where it is." Stephanie said as her and Trish began walking to class.
When they got to class Trish sat next to Stephanie. Then a guy approached them.
"Hey, Steph. Who's your friend?"
"Hey, Chris. This is Trish, she's new," Stephanie said gesturing to Trish. "Trish, this is my boyfriend, Chris Jericho."
"Nice to meet you." Trish said.
"You too." Chris said sitting on the other side of Stephanie.
Then Trish saw Randy and John walk into the class. Stephanie noticed Trish looking at them, and frowned. "Their names are John Cena and Randy Orton, they are on the wrestling team, their girlfriends are sluts, and they think they're the best thing to ever happen to this planet." Stephanie whispered to Trish.
"Oh."
Randy then noticed Trish talking to Stephanie and turned to John. "Hey, that new girl is here, she's talking to the 'princess'." Randy said pointing to Stephanie and Trish. They always called Stephanie a 'princess' because she was rich, and Vince McMahon was her father.
"Okay class, take your seats." The teacher said. "I see we have a new student. Why don't you stand up and introduce yourself to the class."
Hesitantly Trish got up. "I'm Trish Stratus, and I moved here from Toronto, Canada." Trish said sitting down because she didn't feel like it was anybody's business about her life, and she didn't plan on telling anyone, at least not right now.
A/N: Okay, I totally suck at first chapters, and I know it was a stupid ending but I couldn't figure out any other way to end it. If you guys like it, I'll write another chapter, but if not then I won't. Thanks, R&R.