Fitting in

Chapter 1

Dedicated to LockDown1545 for the aweseome book cover!

    The sky outside was bright and cheerful, with plump white cumulonimbus clouds hovering above in the atmosphere. A girl with bright blond hair and chestnut brown lowlights carefully dipped her paintbrush into inky blue paint, and slowly began to paint what she saw. She mixed white into the blue, and then swirled the brush on the canvas to add an odd texture. She worked on the clouds next, but something still wasn’t right.

   Looking outside she noticed a stray gray cloud she had forgotten to put in. She frowned at the cloud, and decided she would change it from gray to white. Finishing the painting, she decided it looked better with the cloud a shimmering ivory, but not perfect. Holding her breath, she stuck a tiny paintbrush into the inky ebony paint and turned the cloud from white to grey. This time she scowled furiously at the painting. In a wave of anger, she picked up the canvas and with a flick of her wrist chucked it into the trash. The cloud and the painting were perfect.

   The girl heard the vague sound of the school bell ringing, and then proceeded to shove her pencils and paintbrushes into the recesses of her book bag. Students began to pour out of the class, but before the next period could slip in, she ran to the side of the door. Looking left, and then right to make sure no one saw her; the girl jumped out of the classroom and began to swiftly walk towards her next class.

   “Brett!” someone called from the end of the hallway. The girl’s friend, Jesse, was calling her name.

   “What class did you just come from?” Jesse asked tying her platinum blond hair into a bun. Jesse’s looks were an anomaly; her hair was naturally white blond, her eyebrows were naturally dark brown, her lips shaped like cupid’s bow, and her legs were long and thin. Everything about Jesse looked unnatural, yet everything was 100 percent bona-fide.

   “Oh I was giving someone in the orchestra class a note. I’m a teacher’s aide for the office this year.” Brett said. She could not let anyone know she took art. Never. Not even her parents could find out.

   “Ew, for a second there I thought you were taking art with all those freaks.” Jesse explained. Brett grimaced, thankful that she'd decdied to keep her art secret to herself.

   “Gosh, I can’t believe they made you an aide though, you should have taken photography with me!” Jesse yelled leaning over to drape her long arms over Brett’s shoulders. She gave her a light hug in condolence for the terrible class, and then began to talk about how great photography was.

   “You’re not going to believe who our teacher is this year. He’s this super yummy college graduate from Colombia, who has worked with a bunch of photographers that work with models. I bet I could get him to take a few shots of me.” She said lifting her head while striking a model pose. That was Jesse’s ultimate dream, to walk the runways of Paris, New york, and Milan in a 6inched pair of high heels. She planned to become a photographer after her modeling career, which was the main reason for her interest in photography.

   “Sounds fun Jess, it really does.”  Brett sighed flipping her hair while pushing her Vera Bradley book bag up her shoulders. Jesse rolled her eyes at her friend’s lack of interest in photos, and then found someone else to gush about the greatness of lighting, posing, and photography with.

   Brett didn’t get it. Why was photography considered a “cool” class, while art was a class for the freaks? All her friends got to take the electives they wanted, and openly brag about their accomplishments, yet she had to keep her love for art locked up in a closet. She sulked all the way to her car, and threw her book bag in the back seat. Opening the door to the vehicle, some unfortunate fool put their hands on her baby’s new fuchsia pink paint job.  Turning around, Brett prepared to punch the foe that touched her beautiful pink mustang, but instantly stopped when she realized it was Jason.

 Jason and Brett had a “thing” all the way through junior year.  They went to homecoming and prom together, she went to all his swim meets, and in return, he was there for her. Even though they were never official, Brett hoped her senior year would be the year they became exclusive.

            “Hey Brettany.” He said pulling her hand off her car door with a smile on his face. He knew she hated when people called her that name, it was the knock off version of Brittany, Brett hated knock offs.

            “Yes?” she said shutting the car door and turning around to meet his crystal blue eyes.

            “I haven’t seen you all day you know, where were you at lunch?” He said coming closer while reaching for her cheek. Brett didn’t have time to answer as Jason cradled her head in his hand and began to kiss her. A hot steamy make out session on the first day of school?  Definitely not what she was expecting? The session got increasingly intense as the two teens thought about how long summer was, and how they never got to see each other. They were both to busy partying it up on their parent’s friend’s yachts and visiting the future colleges of their choice.

            Brett tried to remember what the previous question was before they started kissing. And as soon as she remembered her answer, the kisses went from sweet to bitter. She hadn’t gone to lunch because she wanted to sketch a few people in on one of her drawings. Backing up she began to pout again, and Jason watched her completely confused.

            “Was that too much for the first day of school?” He asked gently opening the door for her as she got in to her car.

            “Nope. It was perfect..” she said kissing him on the head then patting his cheek twice. They waved bye to each other as she backed out of the parking lot in her pink mustang convertible.  She let the roof down and drove away with the wind blowing her blond hair.

            “She’s like Barbie.”  Jason commented to himself while walking towards his car.

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    I re-read this and have to laugh, but I've got a new story guys! I've been working on this one for about a year now, so the beginning might seem a little shallow and cheesey due to the fact that I was younger when I wrote it. Plus my writing skills were not up-to-par yet. But trust me, it get's better and deeper in meaning as the story progresses!