-1Disclaimer:
Milton Academy is an actual school. It is located 8 miles outside of Boston. Acceptance into this school is extremely difficult and most of the students that attend end up going onto such universities as Duke, Dartmouth, Harvard, Yale, and Brown. I have borrowed the name and nothing more. Please do not associate my story with the actual Milton Academy.
August 18th
Boston, Massachusetts
Milton Academy was an academic's wet dream. The teachers all held doctorates, the SAT scores averaged in the middle to high 1300 rage, and the students were the cream de la crème. Not a single one of those students sported pink hair. Except the sullen faced Meredith Grey who grudgingly followed behind a girl she had dubbed The Newport Barbie. Erica Hahn was her actual name, but with her glossy blonde curls, china doll blue eyes, and creamy complexion she was the epitome of what a Milton student should look like. Unlike Meredith herself, who had taken great pleasure in having her dark blonde hair streaked with pale pink. The long sleeved, almost floor length black dress she wore also gave her a great deal of satisfaction. It wasn't that she found the hair or the dress fashionable, quite the opposite; although she did enjoy the wide eyed, open mouth looks she received.
"…most amazing time." This was the twentieth time Newport Barbie had used the word amazing to describe some sort of activity that was dorm related. Yes, Meredith was counting. It beat actually listening to the girl gush on and on about how 'amazing' theme bowling was, or how 'amazing' pumpkin carving at Halloween was. It would seem that everything about Robbins House was just…amazing. "You're rather lucky, you have a single room. As do I. There are some girls who have to board together. Usually the charity cases."
Meredith lifted one of her brows, the one she had let Ashley Morgan pierce. "Charity cases?"
Newport Barbie nodded, her flaxen curls bouncing on smooth shoulders left bare by a pristine white sun dress that looked like something a 1950's housewife would wear. "The school offers financial aide. Can you believe it? Usually the students who would qualify for it don't pass the SSAT with a high enough score. This year three students made it, one of which is this dreadful girl named Isobel. She actually introduces herself as Izzie. How blasé is that? The other two are boys. One is this chubby Irish kid, the other some brainiac who aspires to be a neurosurgeon."
"My mother is a neurosurgeon," Meredith said flatly. If she hadn't already disliked Newport Barbie before, she definitely did now. "She invented the Grey Method. They teach at Harvard and Dartmouth." Suck on that you stuck up bitch, Meredith thought smugly.
"That's right, your mother is Ellis Grey. My father is Lucian Hahn, perhaps you've heard of him," the older girl smiled prettily.
She knew who Lucian Hahn was, had even met the man on several occasions. In fact, he had been the bastard to tell her mother about this place. Meredith coached her face into a stoic expression. "I'm sorry, the name doesn't ring any bells. Unless they're brilliantly spectacular my mother doesn't mention them."
The other girl stares at her for a moment, a flush creeping up her cheeks. She said nothing back, made no effort to point out that her father had scrubbed in on several of Meredith's mother's surgeries; instead she simply opened the door to a room on the second floor. "This is your room. Mine is just down the hall if you need anything."
Forcing a rather bland smile Meredith thanked the girl then promptly entered the plain white room that was to be her prison cell for the next nine months. Fall backwards onto the single bed under the lone window, she makes a mental note the befriend the girl named Izzie, the chubby Irish kid, and the brainiac who wanted to be a neurosurgeon. Wouldn't that just piss Ellis off. Meredith stubbing a family friend's daughter for the financially impaired rejects nobody else wanted to talk to.