If there was a God, and she wasn't quite convinced that there was, some lawyer would show up with evidence that there had been a screw up at Seattle Grace Hospital sixteen years ago and she was really the daughter of this nice, normal couple who couldn't wait to welcome her into their lives. They wouldn't send her nasty emails reminding her that while she was nothing but ordinary she still needed to try and not be an embarassment.

Propping her chin on her open palm, Meredith stared at the screen of her laptop. The email was still pulled up. She could almost hear Ellis snipping the words at her.

Meredith,

I realize that you are nothing more than ordinary but do try and not be an embarassment. It has come to my attention that you are still persisting in having those hideous pink stripes in your hair and that you refuse to wear anything other than that horrid black dress of Aunt Helen's. I must insist that you stop this silly behavior, do something with the hair, and start dressing normal. If you fail to do so I will be forced to take time out of my busy schedule to fly up there and see that you straighten yourself out! Also, my very first ten blade seems to be missing. If you happen to recall what has become of it please let me know. It is rather important to me.

Ellis.

No Love Mom. Just Ellis. Such a charmer. So full of maternal love. Wrinkling her nose, Meredith pulls one long pink lock of hair forward. As much as she enjoyed the shock the colored high lights brought to people's faces, they were not worth having to deal with her mother. The last two weeks had been rather nice, aside from the fact that they had been spent at boarding school.

A bleeping noise draws her attention away from her hair and back to the computer screen.

SoullessBitch [7:00: My roommate is a fucking loser.

Frowning, Meredith chews her lower lip. Had she given anyone her screen name? Izzie had it, but her screen name was l'amourimortel, not SoullessBitch. Or was it just some random internet stalker who liked to pray on loser girls who had pink hair and wore smelly old black dresses? Cocking her head to the side she types…

Ame-en-Peine [7:00: Who is this?

SoullessBitch [7:01: Who the bloody hell do you think it is?

Ame-en-Peine [7:02: Is this Cristina?

SoullessBitch [7:02: Yes! Who else would it be?

Ame-en-Peine [7:03: How should I know? You could have been some perverted old man with plans to lure me into your polygamy cult.

SoullessBitch [7:04: Oh yes. You found me out. I want to lure you away and get into your crusty panties.

SoullessBitch [7:04: Come here little girl! Come to daddy!

Ame-en-Peine [7:05: You are nasty! lol

SoullessBitch [7:06: You know you want me.

Laughing, Meredith starts to type a response, only to have the screen blocked by a small blue box. A chat invite. She raises both brows. Wasn't she the popular one tonight.

SoullessBitch [7:07: By the way, Addison is going to send you a chat invite. You have to come save me. Alex and Derek are in there. Along with that jackass Mark Sloan, whose screen name is iwannagetlaid by the way. So fitting.

Laughing again, Meredith hits accept. No doubt she would regret it.

iwannagetlaid : Fucking bailey sucks! Stupid bitch wrote me up for being late. Which is such a fucking lie. She locked the god damn door and I couldn't get in!

DrShepherd: Maybe you should try getting there before the bell rings.

43karev: Mark be on time? What the fuck ever!

iwannagetlaid: I can be on time!

TrueLoveIsShoeLove: lol

Ame-en-Peine has entered the room

L'amourImortel has entered the room

iwannagetlaid: Who the fuck are Ame-en whatever and L'AmourImortel?

TrueLoveIsShoeLove: Meredith! Izzie!

SoullessBitch: About time some decent people showed up. Was getting a bit sick of the moronic chavs. coughMarkcough

iwannagetlaid: You know you want me!

SoullessBitch: I think you have me confused with all those tartlets who chase you around. Personally, I prefer a real man, not some childish school boy.

43karev: roflmao

TrueLoveIsShoeLove: You are my new hero!

L'amourImortel: brb phone…

SoullessBitch: Probably her loser boyfriend. rolls eyes

43karev: Izzie has a boyfriend?

Ame-en-Peine: George.

SoullessBitch: He's a bad kisser.

iwannagetlaid: haha

43karev: When did she get a boyfriend?

iwannagetlaid: why the fuck do you care? Oh. Wait. That's right. Olivia dumped your ass!

L'amourImortel: George is not my boyfriend!

Soulless: He is a boy. He is your friend. Hence he is your boy friend.

L'amourImortel: Whatever. That's just gross. I've known him since like kindergarten. And, for the record, I only kissed him once. Once! In the third grade. All third grade boys are bad kissers.

iwannagetlaid: I wasn't.

SoullessBitch: Go blow yourself.

iwannagetlaid: I wish!

Ame-en-Peine: Cris, what is wrong with your roommate?

SoullessBitch: Sydney Herron. Need I say more? Silly chit does nothing but giggle and coo. Everything is just charming or quaint. I fear that I may very well smother her in her sleep.

43karev: Please do!

iwannagetlaid: Girl is beyond annoying. Had the little cunt in English last year.

TrueLoveIsShoeLove: Will you stop using that word! And where is Derek?

DrShepherd: Still here. Going over my chemistry homework.

43karev: Dude! We have homework in there?

iwannagetlaid: cunt cunt cunt

DrShepherd: Yeah. We're suppose to read the first chapter and work out the problems on page 27.

43karev: damn. I gotta go!

43karev has left the room

TrueLoveIsShoeLove: You have your work cut out being his lab partner Derek! lol He is like retarded when it comes to anything but sports.

L'amourImortel: Addison! That isn't very nice!

SoullessBitch: Aw, Izzie do you like Addison's retarded cousin?

L'amourImortel has left the room

iwannagetlaid: haha. Guess that answers that! Wait. Is she hot?

TrueLoveIsShoeLove: Izzie is sweet.

SoullessBitch: Disgustingly sweet.

Ame-en-Peine: She really is.

iwannagetlaid: ugh. Gag. Karev can have her. I don't do sweet.

SoullessBitch: According to your screen name you're not doing anyone

TrueLoveIsShoeLove: I really could kiss you right now Cristina!

iwannagetlaid: Can I watch?

Ame-en-Peine: Is he always so perverted?

TrueLoveIsShoeLove: Always.

iwannagetlaid: You didn't complain last year when I popped your cherry after prom!

TrueLoveIsShoeLove: You are such a skeeze! Why don't you just go away! And…I was drunk!

iwannagetlaid: Sure whatever.

TrueLoveIsShoeLove: I was!

iwannagetlaid: You weren't drunk last night.

Ame-en-Peine has left the room

SoullessBitch has left the room

A ghost of smile flitters across Meredith's lips when the computer bleeps out the warning of another IM box.

L'amourImortel [8:15: I do like him

Ame-en-Peine [8:17: I kind of figured that when you left.

L'amourImortel [8:18: I am such a moron. Guys like him don't like girls like me.

Ame-en-Peine [8:18: Girls like you?

L'amourImortel [8:19: Yeah. Tall as them. No boobs. Frizzy hair. Skinny as a freaking toothpick.

Ame-en-Peine [8:21: lol

L'amourImortel [8:22[

Ame-en-Peine [8:23: Guys are stupid.

L'amourImortel [8:23: Says the girl who has probably had at least a dozen boyfriends. I've never even had one! The only guy I've ever kissed was George. And that was back in the third grade.

Ame-en-Peine [8:24: lol

L'amourImortel [8:24: Sure. Laugh. [

Ame-en-Peine [8:25: Sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I promise. I just think you don't give yourself enough credit. You're one of the sweetest people I know.

L'amourImortel [8:25: Aww. 3

Ame-en-Peine:

L'amourImortel: Ugh. Stupid phone. My mom. Again. I swear she keeps calling. So annoying! I'll talk to you tomorrow.

A few quick clicks and she logged off. There really was not point in staying online. Cristina had disappeared and Izzie was talking to her mother. Pushing away from her desk, Meredith stands up, looking down at the black dress. It really was hideous; which was exactly why she had chosen it. She lets out a sigh, then pulls it over her head. A shiver quivers through her body as she stands there in a pair of pink panties with purple candy hearts on them and a blue flowered bra. Balling up the dress, she stuffs it into the small light blue metal trash can under her desk. Dusting her hands, she gives her head a smart nod. She wasn't doing this for Ellis. She was doing this for her sanity. Milton Academy, as well as the friends she had made, had become her sanctuary. Ellis Not Welcome!