Hello readers! Now, as most of you probably know, high school provides its fair share of drama. And I doubt even Phineas and Ferb would be able to avoid it. So buckle up, because this story's about to descend into the ocean that is the drama of high school.

It was the second week of high school, and Isabella was already loving it.

Everything was so much fun! Her classes, her friends, she loved all of it.

But what was really making it awesome was Phineas.

Now that she had given up her crush, she found it was much more fun to just be his friend. And now that she was no longer worried about what he would think, she was much more relaxed too.

It was the second week of high school, and Phineas was already hating it.

For a guy who thrived during summer vacation, he'd never been a huge fan of school. Most people didn't know because of his constant upbeat attitude. But underneath his positive attitude, he was bored out of his mind. School was too confing. He couldn't
talk without permission, he could build something as soon as the idea popped into his head.

Except science class. And robotics. Those were his two favorite classes by a long shot. Dr. Doofenshmirtz was the best teacher he had ever had. He seemed to share all of Phineas' ideas that school was much to confining. And in robotics class, he could
just build all period long.

But what was really making it horrible was Isabella

When they were kids, Phineas never cared what she thought. He never found himself staring at her for long periods of time. He was never afraid to make eye contact with her. He would give anything to just resume their uncomplicated friendship.

Outside the school, unknown to Phineas or Isabella, a car pulled up. Out stepped someone no one had seen before. She was tall, tan, and had brown hair that was dyed blue at the tips. Her hoop earrings were complimented by her golden eye shadow, which
brought out the gold flecks in her eyes. Her clothes were all from expensive brands, and as she walked up into the school, everyone's eyes were on her. She took one sip of her latte and pushed the door open.

At lunchtime...

"Why is no one sitting at any of the tables?" Isabella asked. "It seems like they're all crowded around that one table," Phineas replied. "But why?" Isabella asked as she, Phineas, and Ferb put their trays down on the table. "Because," said Ginger, sliding
in between Phineas and Isabella, "there's a new rich girl who transferred here from an expensive prep school." "Why would she come here?" Isabella asked. "Her dad's company, Blumeran and Company, is setting up a new store in Danville." "Wow, her Dad
owns Blumeran and Company?" Phineas said. "They're one of the most successful designer companies ever!" "And it appears she's making her way over here," Ferb stated.

Everyone turned to see the new girl making her way over, followed by what appeared to be half the high school. "Hailey Blumeran," she said, snapping a piece of gum. "And you're Phineas Flynn?" "Yeah," Phineas said. "So, I hear you're pretty popular,"
she said, now sliding in between Phineas and Ferb. "Uh, I guess so," Phineas said, feeling more uncomfortable by the minute. "Well," Hailey said, blowing a bubble with her gum and snapping it between her teeth, "then I've got my eye on you." She got
up and lead her posse back to their table. "What was that about?" Phineas asked.

At the end of the day...

Isabella was putting her books back in her locker when someone slammed it shut. She looked up to see Hailey, the girl from lunchtime, surrounded by about 20 girls. "So, Isabella," Hailey said. "You seem to hang around Phineas a lot." "Yeah, he's my best
friend," Isabella replied. "Well, can you explain to me why such a popular guy would hang around with such a looser?" "W-what?" Isabella asked, taken aback. "Fireside girl shirt," Hailey said rudely, poking her in the chest. "Kitten magnets," she
said, picking one off the outside of her locker. "Unicorn notebook," she finished as she plucked the notebook out of her hands. "Sweetie, you realize we're not in kindergarten anymore," Hailey said, her voice dripping in false sympathy. Isabella looked
around, helpless, desperate for some support. To her dismay, she saw that her old friends Katie, Holly, Adyson, Millie, and Gretchen in the crowd, but they just watched. Ginger was in the bathroom and Phineas and Ferb were discussing their project
with their robotics teacher, so Isabella was left all alone. What happened to those friendship patches we earned as fireside girls? Isabella wondered sadly.

Hailey handed the notebook back to her, smirking. "Little Izzy, let me give you some advice. Try and grow up. And don't hang out with people above your league. It makes you look worse." She flipped her hair and stalked away, all the girls following her.

Her blood boiling, she open her locker and began slamming her books in with unnecessary force. She took the Fireside Girl sash off and removed the kitten magnets. She was about to zip up her backpack when she noticed the peer pressure patch on her
sash. Was she about to change everything about herself because of a few mean words? You don't have to change yourself, she told herself. But still, she argued, it can't hurt to try and fit in with everyone. Really, how bad can it be?

"Hey, Isabella!"

Ginger had returned from the bathroom. "Ready to go?"

Isabella had completely forgotten that she and Ginger had agreed to go to the mall after school. Perfect, she thought to herself. "Yeah, I'm ready," she replied.

At the mall...

"Really? Chick Haven?" Ginger asked. "Are you sure that's the store you want to go to?" "I'm sure," Isabella said, walking in. "Are you sure your mom's okay with this?" Ginger called, catching up to Isabella. "And it's such a drastic change from
your usual style. Is everything okay?" "Everything's fine," Isabella said, wincing inside as the brutal lie slipped through her lips. "Okay," said Ginger, sounding unconvinced.

Chick Haven was the kind of store Isabella would have usually avoided at all costs. Crop Tops and Short Shorts, Skinny jeans and Tube Tops. Hair dye and hoop earrings. "Isabella, you're not trying to impress Phineas, are you?" Ginger asked as Isabella
started picking out a few tank tops. "Because I'm not sure this is quite his style." "Ginger, I told you, I'm over that." Isabella said shortly, grabbing a miniskirt. "C'mon, let's go try this stuff on."

On the way home...

"Isabella, I'm not going another step until you tell me what's up."

Ginger was standing in the middle of the sidewalk with her arms crossed. "Ginger, I'm telling you, I'm fine." Isabella was several feet ahead of her, holding a full Chick Haven bag. "Really, Isabella. I leave you alone for 5 minutes to use the bathroom,
and when I get back, all the sudden you're shopping for short shorts and hoop earrings. Seriously, Izzy, what's up?" "Ginger. Everything's fine." Isabella said. "Now, come on, help me get this stuff past my mom."

As they entered the house, Isabella's mother was nowhere to be found. "There's a note on the table," Ginger said. "Dear Isa," Ginger read out loud. "Something unexpected came up at work and I won't be coming home until tomorrow. Help yourself
to anything in the fridge and I'll see you tomorrow." "Perfect!" Isabella exclaimed. "C'mon, lets go to my room."

Inside Isabella's room she pulled out everything she bought: tank tops, shorts, skinny jeans, and a pack of purple hair dye. "C'mon, Ginger, help me with my hair," she said, unpacking her box. She wrapped a towel around her hair and handed her
the bottle of dye. "Isabella, I don't know how to do this," Ginger said. "Just read the instructions," isabella said. "Are you sure?" Ginger asked. "Ginger, stop asking me questions and do it!" Isabella snapped.
"Alright!" Ginger snapped back.

A few hours later...

"How do I look?"

Isabella was modeling her new outfit for Ginger: shocking pink crop top, shorts that seemed a few sizes too small, loads of eyeliner and mascara, hoop earrings, and her new purple hair.

"You look, well, I mean..." Ginger stammered, trying to think of what to say. "I look horrible, don't I?" Isabella asked, dismayed. "No, it's not that," Ginger said. "In fact, you look good, but it's just not you, Isabella.
Seriously, what's up?" Isabella sighed. "You know that rich girl Hailey? She started saying mean things about me while you were in the bathroom. She said I looked like a preschooler and stuff. And the rest of our troop just watched. And
I just thought that maybe if I changed my look, they would like me again." Isabella sat down on the bed next to Ginger. "I can't believe I almost became someone I'm not just to make everyone like me. I feel so stupid." "Hey, Izzy,
you're not stupid," Ginger said. "We're in high school. We've all been acting stupid since we were kids. And besides, you realized that you didn't need to change yourself and stopped." "I should've stopped sooner," Isabella
said. "I should have listened to you." "It's okay," Ginger said. "Stacy always told me the difference between smart and stupid isn't how late you realize your mistakes, but how you fix them. We can return all the clothes to
the store tomorrow." "What about my hair?" Isabella asked. "Don't worry," Ginger said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a pack of natural black hair dye. "I bought this because I thought you might like to change
it back." "Ginger, what would I do without you?" Isabella asked relieved. "C'mon, lets get you fixed up," Ginger said.

That's the end of the chapter! Please follow, favorite, or comment! All the reviews mean a lot to me! And do you think it's believable that Isabella would submit to peer pressure? I was wrestling with the idea for a while. Let me know what you thought
of it.