Okee! Next chapter, I'm skipping a few years ahead! Enjoy!
I don't own the fabulous Cinderella nor Total Drama show-thingies!
-FLASH FORWARD TO SENIOR YEAR-
I walked into my high school for my final first day. I'm not exactly a normal girl. You could tell just by looking at me. I had medium length black hair, usually straight, and boring dark grey eyes. I was very pale and kind of short. I typically only wear eyeliner and mascara with dark clothing. Today, I wore black ripped skinny jeans, a red t-shirt with Rare at Heart written in crude black lettering, old red converse, and black fingerless gloves.
I follow the crowd of people with my one and only best friend by my side, Bridgette. Bridgette was taller than me with long blonde hair and soft features. Her eyes were a soft grey when she was bored but if she got excited, they brightened to a stunning blue-green. She was extremely girly, wearing skirts almost every day, and her favorite color was pink. I preferred blue, red, and black. (AN: Sorry! OOC for Bridgette)
We followed the swarm of high schoolers to reach our schedules. When we compared them, we only had lunch during the same period on odd days. We were disappointed, but I was also kind of happy because I could now focus in class. Only then did I spot my crush for the last 4 years fighting with his girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend, again. They started going out in freshmen year. She was sweet back then, but soon grew into her clique of bitches and sluts in junior year. Duncan, my crush, finally caught on to her cheating ways. He dumped her, but she never got over it. I caught a piece of their conversation.
"Courtney, I need it back," Duncan demanded her. I loved the way he didn't take anyone's crap.
"WELL I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU NEED THAT STUPID THING SO BAD! I MEAN-" I tuned her out as she rambled on about who knows what and paid attention to what Bridgette was rambling on about, sort of. My eyes drifted towards Duncan and his did the same for me. He smiled slightly and I blushed, turning away. I never loved attention, I liked to fit into the crowd. We have spoken, we are in the same homeroom, but we actually met when our best friends began dating over the summer. We talked a lot more then, but I knew he would never like me. He's the bad boy and punk of our school, kind of the leader.
Not to mention, the hottest guy in our school. Every girl practically throws themselves at him. It's kind of sad really. The only reason I've never tried flirting with him is because I'm the 'Diner Girl' as the popular girls, AKA Courtney, Heather (my step-sister) and Lindsey, the dumb blond, have come to call me. No guy has so much as looked my direction besides Duncan and my brother, Trent.
Courtney is head cheerleader. She wears her cheer uniform on most days, occasionally swapping in khaki shorts or capris with a white collared shirt and grey sweater. Heather wears a tight crop top and booty shorts and Lindsey wears skirts and tank tops, always with her signature cowboy boots. Courtney has short brown hair, mocha skin, and big brown eyes. She wears a ton of makeup too, as if natural beauty is something you find in a bottle. (AN: Sorry again! OOC- I'm going to stop pointing these out…) She shows up to school with a new boyfriend from the football team every month or so. I'm just glad Duncan didn't waste too much of his time with her.
The bell rings and Bridgette and I head to our first classes. I have Spanish, my final year, and as I walk in, I notice one seat left next to Duncan. I mentally groan, knowing I will never be able to get any work done, and sit down. He smiles and I return it. He begins digging in his pocket and sets a ball of paper on my desk. I unravel the ball to see his schedule. I already know mine so I can compare. Turns out, we have every class together.
"Looks like you're stuck with me," I tell him and he smiles, understanding what I mean. Our teacher walks in and greets the class. She goes over how the year will look for us. Duncan and I walk out of the class and head to homeroom. We spend the next half hour with the coolest teacher ever and then we're off to art. I personally love art, it was one of my biological father's favorite things. He was really good. I know, most kids usually aren't able to remember when they were 3, but I do because it's my only way of remembering my family.
In art, we got an assignment for the class period to draw someone special to you to gauge our skills. I drew my brother when he was 5. I didn't draw my final memory of him, thinking it'd be too gruesome, but rather one where we were at a nearby park, where he was laughing while sliding down the slide. I signed my work as my teacher announced class would end in 5 minutes. I began to clean my area when I heard a small gasp from beside me. I turn to see Duncan's eyes bugging as he stared at my paper. He looked astonished and a little confused.
"Wow! This is really good, who is it?" He asked innocently, though he hit a soft spot unintentionally. I paused before choosing my words carefully.
"Thanks, it's a picture of my brother when he was 5." I hoped that may be enough, but I knew it wouldn't be, he was naturally curious.
"How old is he now?" He questioned further.
"He would be 19 now…" I trail off, this said in a soft mumble. He looks at me confused, then pieces what I said together.
"Wait, do you mean…" he asked in a more confirmative question than anything.
"Yeah, he's…" I nod but can't say it, especially not at school. I just pick up my art piece and give it to my teacher, grabbing my bag and leaving for lunch before he has enough time to even comprehend what I just told him.
I didn't hesitate leaving school at lunch. I just walked off campus and deftly headed to my spot. At a nearby pond, a peach tree grew. When I needed to think, I escaped here. I climbed the tree and pulled out my sketch book. I opened to a new page and just let my mind wander, drawing absentmindedly as my head cleared. I wasn't worried I'd be late, I had a free period next. I sat and drew until I heard something rustle the leaves. I looked down to the ground to find Duncan sitting in the grass. I didn't like people in my spot, I was always pretty private, so I called down to him.
"Hey you, is there a reason you're invading my space?" I call down. Duncan's head cocks up towards me and his surprise changes into a smirk that was all too familiar to me.
"Who said you could climb my tree?" he answered back. I was confused and a little annoyed, I liked talking to him, but I needed to think right now.
"Who said this is your tree?"
"I claimed this tree 3 years ago!" He looked smug, but I wiped that looked off his face in an instant.
"I got you beat by about 3 years." I stated with a smirk that was soon shrouded as I thought of my first beating. I remembered the first attack the most because of Trent. When he got slapped, I remembered my brother getting hit, and since I couldn't protect my brother then, I had to protect Trent now. They were actually a lot alike, which always surprised me.
"Well, then… would you kindly share as to why you came here?" he questioned, and my thoughts flooded over me once more, like a tsunami. I felt my head spin and lost my balance. I fell off the limb and right into Duncan.
"Sorry! I, just, uh, kinda, fell…" I said lamely as I got up. I stood and then sat at the base of the tree on a large root.
"Well, I was kind of mad, but I'll let you off the hook if you tell me why you first came here." He bargained in a taunting tone.
"Well, it's a long story…" I didn't want to explain my situation. Especially to him, no one knew other than Trent and Heather, but Heather thought they stopped a long time ago. I didn't trust people easily.
"I got time," he responded casually as he laid out on the ground with his hands behind his head. He looked amazing in the morning sunlight. His green mohawk playing in the wind, his face seemingly glowed and his bright teal eyes seemed impossibly happy, playing with the light.
"Well, it kind of goes back to when I was 3… My life fell apart September 13th…" I began, but paused for his initial reaction, which he gave.
"All the way from then?! Wow, what happened?" He asked. I shivered in the breeze as it hit my back. I shoved my hand in my pocket and felt my phone buzz in my grip. I pull it out and find a text from my father telling me I need to be at work in 5 minutes or I should expect an unpleasant night I was bound to get anyway.
"I'm sorry, I have to go!" I told Duncan as I jumped to my feet and grabbed my bag and sketchbook. I ran home, knowing it'd take too long to grab my car, and ran into my room to grab my work clothes. As I dart out my door, I hit a solid form in my doorway. I hit the ground and shudder, knowing what will soon unravel.
Me: Aw! Poor Gwenny… *sniffle* you better help her Duncan!
Duncan: Well, I would, but she didn't tell me anything!
Gwen: I was going to, but then he texted me! *runs off*
Duncan: Damnit. Hey! Gwen! *Chases after her*
Me: Go get her! Yay, I hope he helps her Later!