Hello everyone,
Here is my first fanfiction about BH 90210. It made me want to write one because the TV show is currently being rebroadcast on cable television. I hope you'll like it. English is not my native language so I hope I didn't make any grammatical mistakes and If I did, please accept my apologies. I corrected by using Deepl. Enjoy!
A new morning begins at West Beverly Hills High and like every day students walk through the halls, up and down the stairs to get to their classes. At her locker, Brenda observes her fellow students hurrying to class, carrying their books in their hands and backpack over their shoulder.
"It's depressing."
"What's that?" asks Kelly.
"Every day we get up and go to school and nothing changes."
"How would you like it if a marching band came to play every morning to liven up our good old high school?" she says, joking gently.
"Why not?"
The two friends smile at each other before Brenda adds this as Kelly closes her school locker.
"I'd like something inspirational that brings renewal."
"In short, you want something that spices up your life."
"Yes." replies Brenda with a smile.
Kelly then directs her gaze to Dylan who is standing by the stairs and stretches a small, mischievous smile.
"If you need your life spiced up just ask Dylan."
"Kelly!" exclaims Brenda not being able to help but stretch a small smile.
"Trust me, there's nothing better to make your life less monotonous."
"I know."
They start laughing about it as they walk away from their locker before Dylan joins them.
"So girls! Are we talking about me?" he says teasingly while putting his arm around Brenda's neck.
Kelly nods her head continuing to smile before leaving them both.
"See you later!" shouts Kelly to her friend, hurrying to math class whose room is on the second floor.
"See you later!"
"So ... "
"So ..." repeats Brenda, smiling.
The bell rings right at that moment, both disappointed that they can't spend more minutes together.
"It's always the same. High school is same as a prison."
"I totally agree with you." she said delighted that they shared the same thought.
Dylan then kisses her on the forehead, removes his arm from around her shoulder and heads off to class. A few seconds later, Brenda joins her class for history class and then goes to sit in her usual seat. When class begins shortly thereafter, someone knocks on the door.
"Come in!" the teacher says.
"Sorry, I couldn't find my history book.
"Good morning anyway Miss Stanner and thank you for your apology. You are making progress. You may go sit down."
"Thank you Mr. Conelly." she replies a little shyly.
Some of the students find it amusing whose teacher responded, a few even laughing except for Brenda who seems intrigued by this latecomer who sits right in front of her. The teacher continues the class while Brenda slightly detracts from the back of this student she has apparently never seen before. Maybe crossed paths?
In any case, she has no memory of it. Long brown hair with red highlights, long-sleeved black sweater, baggy jeans ripped at the knees ... It's just the way she dressed, but there was nothing klutzy about the way she walked to her chair. A pretty confident girl from the impression Brenda thought disappeared, then focusing on the class. An hour later, the bell rings, the students hurriedly put their history book, school notebook in their backpack and exit the classroom. Except for one who is chatting with the teacher. Brenda looks at them as she passes them and exits in turn.
A few seconds later, as she walks down the hallway, she hears a voice coming from not too far behind her.
"Hey! Hey! Wait, wait!"
Brenda stops walking and turns around.
"Hi."
"Hi." she responds, a little taken aback.
"Good thing you stopped." says the breathless latecomer.
"I don't know, but I realized it was me you were calling out to."
"We're in the same history class.
"Yes. You even came in late."
"Yes. It happens to me from time to time." she replies casually.
"It's happened to me before that I can't find one of my textbooks right away. Brenda says to put her at ease.
"What's your name?" she asks her without having answered what she said.
"Brenda."
"I'm Nicholle. "
As they continue to walk down the hallway together, this enigmatic girl asks if she could help her catch up for history class, explaining the reason.
"I had to miss a few classes and Mr. Conelly said you might be willing to help me get up to speed on the school program. Apparently he thinks highly of you as a student."
"Is that true?" surprised Brenda pleasantly.
" Yes."
"Okay."
"I'll meet you at the library? Is that okay?"
"Sure."
"Thank you," she says, relieved and happy.
In the hallway, Brenda joined Kelly and her other friend Donna, telling them what just happened.
"Nicholle Stanner is in the same history class as you?" exclaims Kelly as if the world is ending.
"Why?" asks a concerned Brenda.
"That girl is totally disturbed."
The opinion her friend shares doesn't reassure her, thinking that maybe she was wrong to agree to help her. The first impression someone gives you is often the right one.