"Ginger…can't we just skip school today?" Bridgette had hoped that Ginger would be more than happy to skip, as well as any other day. Their project wasn't the best, but it was Ginger's idea. And even young Bridgette knows that whatever her older sister said, is what goes.
"Oh course we do! Any other day, and I would say sure, let's ditch. But today is our big project. And It will be the shit! 'Life in Bailey Downs'" Ginger continued to talk to the air around her, for Bridgette wasn't paying attention at all. There were only key words that she picked up.
When they got to the school, they went to their first period. Really the only classes they had together was Mr. Wayne's class and Gym. Ginger was fine on her own, even without her little sister for a little while. Bridgette, however, has trouble without her big sister.
Sure she is 15 years old, but Ginger was always her guide. They were always together, ever since Ginger had to repeat Kindergarten. Both girls can remember that day. Ginger was always different. Even at birth. While in Kindergarten, she tried to be nice. She tried to make friends. But as always, even at such a young age, there were cliques. And at that young age, there were still bullies.
Ginger was not into pretty lacey dresses like the other girls. She went to school, her hair in piggy tails that Pamela had done up for her that morning, and wore blue tights and a long, black shirt. Pamela had troubles finding an outfit that Ginger didn't throw a fit about.
"Ginger Ann! School is about to start! Now do you want to be late?" Pamela had never yelled until Ginger was old enough to talk back and rebel.
"Yes! I never want to go to school again!"Ginger yelled back.
"Honey, it is only the second week of school. Can't you try to make friends?"
"No. I don't. Nobody likes me."
"Have you tried to be nice?"
"No! I don't want them to like me! Why can't I just stay home with Bridgette?" Ginger asked with a pout.
"Because, don't you want to make friends, and get smarter so you can have a job?"
Ginger sighs and this is when she learned that she needs to go with what Pamela says to get her to shut up. "Yea, I guess."
"So you will try to be nice?" Pamela asked looking into the baby doll face of the little 5 year old.
"Yes, I'll try." Ginger said rolling her eyes, something she learned to do when she was about 3.
Ginger walked up to a girl at recess, and what happened next is what made Ginger the way she is…
"Hi. I'm Ginger Fitzgerald. Do you want to be friends?" Ginger said, trying to be nice.
Normal little girls would've been happy to gain another friend. But not this little girl. This little girl was Trina Sinclair. She had learned from her older sister to get what you want, and throw out the one's who wouldn't fit in to her perfect little social life.
"Umm, ew. Why would I be your friend? You are way too ugly, and stinky! And you dress funny, you look like a clown. I hope kids like you burn to death!" Trina went on and on. Laughing and giggling at Ginger and her crushed self esteem.
Bridgette remembers that day too. Even only being 4 years old, she saw her sister storm through the door. Pamela had been upstairs, leaving Bridgette in the living room.
"What's wrong sissy?" Bridgette asked so hurt to see her sister's anger.
"This girl was so mean to me B. You are so lucky you don't have to go to school." Ginger said crying. Bridgette sat there and held her sister as she spilled out what had happened.
"We are going to stay together forever. Bridgette, you're my only friend. I love you so much."
"I love you to Ginger." As the toddlers sat there engaging in their conversation, they knew that things would be different from then on.
By the time, both girls came back to reality, it was already 3rd period. Ginger got to the room first and sat down. Bridgette joined in the seat next to her. 'Only 5 more periods to go. Fun, fun' Ginger thought.