Enchanted

Chapter One

It was a gloomy Monday morning. Which seemed fitting as Meredith Grey was starting her first day of sophomore year. She had not been looking forward to this day at all. Another year of having to put up with all of her peers' bullshit. The one thing she didn't think she'd ever be able to understand was how people her age could be so stupid. All the time. 

"Shit," she murmured as she looked at the clock and saw she was running late.

Running late on her first day of sophomore year. It was quite fitting, honestly. She really didn't care. All she wanted to do was graduate high school so she could go off to follow in her mother's footsteps. Not that she was even sure she wanted to be a doctor, let alone a surgeon. There was no question of whether or not she could do it. Meredith Grey could do anything she set her mind to. She just didn't want to end up like her mother. Her mother, who had barely ever been in her life. Her mother, who had hardly ever even been around for her own daughter because all she had ever done was work. She got it. She really did. But, she also thought it would've been nice to have a mom who made an effort to celebrate Christmas with her or take her trick or treating on Halloween. Hell, even to just have a mom who made a tiny bit of effort to make it home to eat dinner with her child. Yeah, there was no way she wanted to end up like that. No way in hell could she end up as cold as a woman as her mother.

Meredith arrived at the front steps of Ballard High school. She had attended her freshman year here. Although she really wished she hadn't. The people here were complete assholes. She had only been able to make one friend her entire year of going here. Isobel Stevens. She hadn't even been entirely sure why she had been friends with her. They were polar opposites. She was all rainbows and unicorns and shit. Meredith was certainly not the rainbows and unicorns type. So why was she even friends with her? She thought maybe it had been because of both of their interests in the medical field, but she still didn't quite understand it. 

"Mer, hey!" she heard a happy voice call, interrupting her thoughts.

"Izzie, hey," she said smiling slightly at her blonde, very cheerful friend.

"Don't look so enthused," she said rolling her eyes at her.

"I'm sorry Iz, but you know I'd rather be anywhere but here," she said with a small frown.

"I know Mer, but you can at least try to look a little happy," the blonde said taking the other blonde's arm and leading her in the building.

When they got inside Izzie asked, "What class do you have first?"

"English, what about you?" she asked.

"Chem," her friend frowned slightly.

"I better get going," she said as she turned away from her friend.

This was really going to suck. Not only did she have to be here in the first place, she had to do it without her only friend. The more she analyzed it, Izzie was her only actual friend. They first met at the beginning of freshman year and had just instantly clicked. They were so different but yet they fit each other perfectly. She truly did love Izzie, but for the love of God she just could not figure out why she'd ever be friends with such an optimistic person. Not that there was necessarily anything wrong with optimistic, she had just never been the optimistic type. She wanted to believe that it was just how she was, and had nothing to do with the fact that her mom practically abandoned her. Sure her mom gave her a roof to live under and food to eat, but she had never given her the love and attention she had so desperately craved as a child. It had killed her every time she heard any of her peers talk about their families in elementary school. They all talked about all the fun things they had done with their family and all she could think about was how she would never have that. Her mother loved her, sure, but it had never been enough. It would never be enough. She honestly couldn't actually remember the last time she had had a conversation with her mother. She honestly never really saw her. She spent the majority of her time at work.