Bonnie grabbed her backpack off her canopy bed, dug around inside until she found her school issued sweater. She was still not used to having to wear only the clothes her new school deemed proper. The uniform, in her opinion was a little too trendy. Bonnie was used to wearing clothes that hid herself from the world. At least she could wear the sweater. She had purposely got it two sizes too big, so it hung down past her hips and made her feel a lot more comfortable. 

[i]At least I found a loophole in the crazy school uniform. Who wants to wear skirts all the time? Not to mention the itchy pantyhose...[/i] The pantyhose were optional, but to a girl like Bonnie, who was not on the up and up with fashion, she wore them because she was usually too lazy to shave her legs.

She called out a quiet farewell to her mother, but her mother was passed out cold on the living room couch, a bottle of vodka dangling from her fingers. Bonnie sighed. Figures. Her mother kept promising she would go to the AA meetings and quit drinking, but she always backed out of her word.

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Several large books tucked under her arms, Bonnie casually strolled from her car toward the school courtyard. As usual, she was not really paying attention to the other girls. Everyone was in their own little groups, gossiping away, and just being... well annoying. She spared a glance when she heard some snickering, figuring that one of the girls were laughing at her. She was used to it, and was really taken aback when she realized the laughter was directed toward another girl. That was new. Could this girl be new too? From what another student told her, they did not get new students that often. It had been rare that Bonnie had been allowed in, but her good grades had apparently made her an ideal student. 

Normally, Bonnie avoided talking to people she did not know, but she couldn't help the pang of guilt that was starting to eat up her stomach as she debated if she would go check on the newest new girl.

"Are you okay?" Bonnie asked, taking off after the girl as she watched her run into the school. She bit down on her lower lip, feeling a blush creep up onto her cheeks. Social interactions were always a little awkward for her. She hugged her books to her chest and looked at the girl for a minute, before her blush grew. "O-oh, sorry... I just... Welcome to Hellside Girl's College... I mean Northside. " Bonnie smiled. Hellside was something she called the school in her head.