A Day to Remember

Chapter One

The day started like the thousand that had preceded it for Bette Porter as she sat in her usual seat near the window, sketching what one could call an unflattering image of Mr Barnhouse her physic teacher. This particular class was definitely something she dreaded every solitary day at Brightom High. What possible relevance could the numbers and theories that Barnhouse forced them to memorize have to the world of beauty, action and emotion that she faced every day? From the corner of her eye the brunette registered a motion at the door of the classroom as Barnhouse droned on. Seconds later the school principal walked in followed by a blond girl. Barnhouse stopped his monologue thankfully as the arrivals entered.

Another victim for Barnhouse Bette thought cynically as the inturders made there way to the front of the class.

Deciding that if nothing else the distraction deserved a few moments of her attention if for no other reason that thankfulness for the relief from boredom; Bette’s eyes focused on the blond that followed in the wake of Mrs Franks. As her eyes travelled from the new girl’s feet to her head Bette’s attention picked up momentum, only when they met the girl’s eyes did she find herself unable to stop the gasp that was the result of the eye contact. Praying that no one else heard her response Bette found herself riveted by the intense hazel eyes that she had expected to shy away from hers–everything about the girl’s demeanor had indicated she was one of those shy wallflowers that never wanted to be acknowledged. The gaze that match hers strongly suggested to Bette that she had been far to quick to judge.

Shifting uncomfortably in her chair Bette tried to mask the almost electric jolt that coursed through her that was definitely more than just the effect of her misjudgement. As one of the "in crowd" Bette had worked very hard to mask the reality that she had come to by the time she had become a senior–she was attracted to women not men. She was not about to let anyone know and had been able to hide the truth from even her best friend Angelica but this new girl had almost made her slip in a way that would cost her dearly! As she struggled to regain her composure and the mask of the perfect hetero senior she had perfected (being sure to date only the ‘best catches’ of the school) Bette listened to Mrs Frank’s usual I would you to meet speech.