IN THESE HALLS
By Simsgal
Disclaimer:I do not own Total Drama ;)
Chapter Two- Bridgette
To Bridgette, going back to school was actually a highlight. The blonde girl did enjoy Europe, and a lot, but she missed her friends and was ready to be a junior. She was a few steps away from becoming a marine biologist so she could help all of the poor animals that needed her help. Being back on campus was somewhat refreshing. She enjoyed seeing how some guys became taller than her and their mannerisms matured or how some of the former gawky, awkward girls bloomed into beautiful, tall hotties.
Everyone always dressed their best for the first two weeks, but Bridgette just kept it simple, with relaxed, cute clothes. She saw lots of dressed and heels, and skirts that were too short not to notice, but the blonde decided on simple jean shorts that revealed her lengthy legs and a light blue off-shoulder top with flip flops. Her long blonde hair was as usual, in a messy-ish beachy ponytail with slight waves. She waves to a few people in the hallway and stops to talk to her good friend Gwen, before making her way to the guidance office to pick up her schedule.
Unfortunately, the line was super long, because just like her many students didn't come to set-up day to get their locker and schedule. She taps her foot impatiently and toys with a zipper on a backpack. She looks around and sees a small, nervous looking girl who had to be a freshman. She was very little and awkward looking. One guy who looked like a straight-up trouble maker, and then her eyes landed on Alpha Bitch of J.D.W Senior High:
Heather Zhan.
The blonde can't help it and rolls her mossy eyes at the overly-made up oriental girl, who is already talking about someone with her infamous smirk on her pretty face. Next to is Lindsay Sherfrew, a dim-witted knock out who followed everything that Heather said. Lindsay wasn't the smartest girl, Bridgette has had a few classes with her, but she always ended up passing in the end. The blonde was applying another coat of slick lip-gloss as boys got a scope into her shirt.
Not that she noticed.
Damn perverts. Bridgette scowls before glancing to the clock.
"You're up next sweetheart." The guidance secretary smiles sweetly, and Bridgette returns the gesture before going up to the gray counter and explaining her situation. The secretary nods. "Name and Grade?"
"Bridgette Mathews, 11th grade." The lady nods and does some typing and a few clicks on the computer.
"Okay, here you go Ms. Mathews. Here is your temporary ID, schedule, and trial parking pass."
"Wow, thanks."
"And make sure by the end of this week you get a permanent ID cards—the school now uses it as some sort of credit card—I don't know I'm an old one." She chuckles as Bridgette does too. "It's all in the packet. You can get your picture taken in the library anytime after or before school and during lunch. Have a nice day deary."
"Thank you so much. You too!" Bridgette cheers leaving the crowded office, and scans her schedule. Homeroom she had AP Marine Science. She pumps her fist but then groans when she sees she has Spanish 2. "God dammit." When Bridgette visited Europe she was having a hard time getting around due to her lack of Spanish, and other languages. She relied on a translator and a few guides. But since she needed two language classes to pass, she needed to get this credit.
Leaving the office, she spots her best friends, Leshawna and Courtney. She trots over to them.
"Bridgette!" Courtney cheers hugging the girl as Leshawna joins in.
"Court! Leshawna! I missed you guys so much!"
"I missed you too, white girl." Leshawna replies earning a laugh from the blonde.
"So how was Europe?" Courtney asked excitedly. Bridgette sighs blissfully.
"It was simply amazing. It was like, I had to walk around places but it was so beautiful I didn't care." she gushes as her friends try to picture it.
"And the boys? Leshawna asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Bridgette nods.
"Perfectly perfect." She tells her. "Oh! Let's compare schedules." They all move to the side and get their schedules out.
"Well, Bridge and I have Finances together." Courtney chimes.
"Oh man, I'm going to suck at that class." The blonde moans. Leshawna squeaks.
"And we all have gym together! Last period, that's perfect. I am not trying to get all sweaty and musty and be in another class." The black girl says honestly.
"I know, right. That would be horrible. And what lunch do you guys have?" They look in the corner of their schedules.
"I have B lunch." The brunette tells her friends.
"Me too." Leshawna says, Bridgette kisses her teeth.
"Damn, I have A lunch." They give her a sad look. They always had lunch together. The blonde quickly grins. "But that's okay. Because we all have child development together." They get excited again. The first bell rings. "Well, that's our cue. Good luck, guys."
"You too babe." Leshawna calls over her shoulder as they all part.
"Bye! See you guys in CD!" Courtney says shuffling, as the hallways slowly become less crowded. Bridgette can't help but giggle at the freshmen that are lost and running to find their class. She remembers when she was in their shoes, and is glad she no longer is. She puts her temporary ID and parking pass in her wallet and folds her schedule up and puts it in the front zip of her bag.
Her first class was AP Marine Bio which was in the A hall. She makes her way down the chilly hallway and into the class, looking at the seating chart by the door.
"Ah look guys, a blonde tall one." Someone tries to flirt, she rolls her eyes at Cody, a sophmore who got into this class because he was mad smart. And very obnoxious. She sits in a row that only has one other person in it and gets her notebook and pens ready. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and begins setting up the table of contents the teacher has on the over head. Students are still filing in and soon the class is almost full. Next to Bridgette, DJ Bricks sits. She smiles at him.
"Hey DJ! I didn't know you took up this class!" she says, glad she has someone to talk to. The black teen greets her back and gives her a fist bump.
"Oh yeah. I wanted at least one AP class. Plus I love animals so I was like, why not." She laughs as they make small talk. DJ was like a gentle giant. He was 6 feet tall, muscular, and on the baseball team. He also did dance classes and loved animals, and he was an amazing cook. "So Courtney told me you went to Europe." He says.
"Oh yeah, it was amazing. You would've loved the food there." He nods.
"Yeah, over the summer I went to a 3 week culinary camp. It was pretty cool and I met some neat people." He tells her. He throws on his green hoody since it was a bit cold in the class.
"Neat, neat." The tardy bell rings and the teacher closes the door and makes his way up to the front of the class.
"Silence, please! My name is Donald Hannigan! I am passing you the roll. Please sign your name and pass it to the person behind you. After that, I will assign you numbers. These are more important than even your names on assignments. It's how I will keep track of you. Zoey is handing out the syllabus." He says in an intimidating voice.
"Yikes." DJ mutters.
"As you can see, this is an AP class. If you came for any other class, get out because you're in the wrong room." Some students chuckle at this. "I will treat you like adults as long as you act like adults. I have few rules." He drones on, leaning over the desk and adjusting the paper on the overhead. "Follow with me on the syllabus, please." Bridgette scans over the rules. They were simple and easy to follow.
1) No cell phones or MP3 players, unless there is an emergency
2) No foods or drinks except water or organic snacks
3) Raise your hand to be recognized. Call outs will result in point deduction
4) Clean up after yourself
The rest, the blonde didn't care to read. That wasn't a few to her. She glimpses around the class room. There were empty tanks in the back, a few lab stations in the corner. There was a teacher's office to the side. The counters that went all around the room were neatly organized. At the front of the room there was a long, counter that served as a desk and demonstration counter. On the coutner was an overhead, which the teacher was using. The blonde puts the syllabus in her general purpose binder as other students do and signs her name on the roll after the girl in front passes it to her.
The door creaks open and everyone looks.
The awkward girl from the guidance office walks in, red-faced. The boys in the front where Cody is sitting laugh titter quietly as Bridgette gives them a look.
"You're late." Mr. Hannigan chimes, as if she wasn't humilated already. DJ and Bridgette share a look, as if feeling her pain.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't find it. I'm new here." She says quietly.
"Poor girl." Bridgette whispers.
" No excuses. Take a seat behind Bridgette Mathews." Bridgette raises her hand for the girl to see and smiles at her as she just blushes again and looks down. The blonde can't help but notice her poor posture and how she looks at the ground. She wears loose fitting pink shorts and a light green v-neck. She was short and stocky, and her medium length brown hair was back in a neat ponytail. She has on black square glasses over her face. After the teacher turns his attention to someone at the door, Bridge turns around.
"Hi, I'm Bridgette. What's your name?" the girl looks like she might just stop breathing. She takes a deep breath—she had perfectly straight teeth.
"Beth. Beth Allison." She says calmly and carefully, like she might mess up her own name.
"Cool. Don't worry about those idiots up there. They're dumb as hell." DJ reassures her as Beth finally smiles a bit. "I'm DJ. Are you a sophmore?"
"Junior." Both teens look surprised. "I know. I'm pathetic." She sighs. Bridgette shakes her head.
"No it's just—I don't know." Bridgette says awkwardly. "Beth, we're going to be good friends." The small brunette smiles at this before looking back at her notebook.