Baby-Sitters Club: Bitter Beginnings
Title: Bitter Beginnings
Fandom: Baby-Sitters Club
Characters: Kristy, Mary Anne, Claudia, Stacey.
Rating: G
Word count: 400 words
Summary: First-day-of-highschool drabble set, wherein everything goes wrong.
Notes: The last of my fandom-stocking fics! This one was written for ozqueen. Each drabble is prompted by a random word generator, and the overall title is kinda sorta smushed-together words based on Summer Sunshine by The Corrs.
Bitter Beginnings
Crowding
She will not freak out.
She will not freak out.
Yes, this place is huge.
Yes, she's going to a school with kids who are practically adults.
Yes, she's a tiny midget fish in an enormous pond, a pond with top-locker shelves she can't even reach without standing on her tiptoes.
Yes, fighting through the crowded hall dimly reminds her of unfriendly New York City sidewalks.
(Yes, Stacey would probably laugh at her if she ever mentioned that particular thought.)
But she's fine.
She's not the nervous wreck she once was.
And she will absolutely not freak out.
No way.
Impulse
Of course there's a bottleneck.
This is one of those times when it's handy to be short. She zips instinctively through the mob, finding as efficient a route as possible, trying-
SMACK.
"Watch it!" snaps some girl, shooting a disproportionately angry glare at her.
She doesn't usually feel embarrassed at times like this, but something about the girl's tone (and her snickering friends) gets to her. Blood rushes to her cheeks.
"Sorry," she mumbles.
Maybe that wasn't the best idea.
She shuffles along, sticking to the slow pace of the crowd, quietly hoping she'll make it to English on time.
Lending
"Milady."
She shrieks. Glaring at Sam, she rubs her arm. "What was that for?"
"Just saying hi," he grins. "And, y'know, if any of those mean old seniors steal your lunch money, I can lend you some cash."
She rolls her eyes.
"Or I'll buy you some jelly beans! Those are like magical blood-sugar-fixer-uppers, right?"
"Don't you have class?"
"Sure do. Know where yours is?"
"Yes," she lies.
"Because I could draw a map on your forehead-"
"Sam!"
"Just an idea!" He bows. "Have an excellent first day, milady!"
He vanishes in the crowd, and she bites back a groan.
Despair
Her first class is math.
She'd never once been scared of starting high school. Why should she be? She's lived in Stoneybrook her entire life, and she already recognizes the faces of half the student body. But SHS isn't so familiar that it's boring - a different building, tons of interesting clubs, a bunch of kids she's never met from Kelsey Middle School.
For the first time in her life, she'd been a little bit excited about the first day of school.
Somehow, she let herself forget the school part.
She stares at the blackboard and almost starts to cry.
Fandom: Baby-Sitters Club
Characters: Kristy, Mary Anne, Claudia, Stacey.
Rating: G
Word count: 400 words
Summary: First-day-of-highschool drabble set, wherein everything goes wrong.
Notes: The last of my fandom-stocking fics! This one was written for ozqueen. Each drabble is prompted by a random word generator, and the overall title is kinda sorta smushed-together words based on Summer Sunshine by The Corrs.
Bitter Beginnings
Crowding
She will not freak out.
She will not freak out.
Yes, this place is huge.
Yes, she's going to a school with kids who are practically adults.
Yes, she's a tiny midget fish in an enormous pond, a pond with top-locker shelves she can't even reach without standing on her tiptoes.
Yes, fighting through the crowded hall dimly reminds her of unfriendly New York City sidewalks.
(Yes, Stacey would probably laugh at her if she ever mentioned that particular thought.)
But she's fine.
She's not the nervous wreck she once was.
And she will absolutely not freak out.
No way.
Impulse
Of course there's a bottleneck.
This is one of those times when it's handy to be short. She zips instinctively through the mob, finding as efficient a route as possible, trying-
SMACK.
"Watch it!" snaps some girl, shooting a disproportionately angry glare at her.
She doesn't usually feel embarrassed at times like this, but something about the girl's tone (and her snickering friends) gets to her. Blood rushes to her cheeks.
"Sorry," she mumbles.
Maybe that wasn't the best idea.
She shuffles along, sticking to the slow pace of the crowd, quietly hoping she'll make it to English on time.
Lending
"Milady."
She shrieks. Glaring at Sam, she rubs her arm. "What was that for?"
"Just saying hi," he grins. "And, y'know, if any of those mean old seniors steal your lunch money, I can lend you some cash."
She rolls her eyes.
"Or I'll buy you some jelly beans! Those are like magical blood-sugar-fixer-uppers, right?"
"Don't you have class?"
"Sure do. Know where yours is?"
"Yes," she lies.
"Because I could draw a map on your forehead-"
"Sam!"
"Just an idea!" He bows. "Have an excellent first day, milady!"
He vanishes in the crowd, and she bites back a groan.
Despair
Her first class is math.
She'd never once been scared of starting high school. Why should she be? She's lived in Stoneybrook her entire life, and she already recognizes the faces of half the student body. But SHS isn't so familiar that it's boring - a different building, tons of interesting clubs, a bunch of kids she's never met from Kelsey Middle School.
For the first time in her life, she'd been a little bit excited about the first day of school.
Somehow, she let herself forget the school part.
She stares at the blackboard and almost starts to cry.