Broken Hearts and Mended Ways

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Bridget looked up at the broken down house, and stepped inside. It was cold - Colder than the house she had owned in Nova Scotia, if you could believe. And Nova Scotia was very cold compared to the city her family urged her to move to. Victoria. What kind of sissy name was that? Oh, right, the queen of England. She stepped forwards, and put on her wolly jacket, which crinckled over a chest that hardly exhisted. 2

"Cally?" She asked her older sister, "Does this house seem cold to you?" Her sister shook her head, and raised her eyebrows.3

"Its warmer that the farm in 'Scotia, Brigsy." She boomed back, and her voice echoed unwelcomely off the wooden walls of the house.4

"Wonderful," There professor of a father said, ducking under the too-short doorway to enter the house. "Just simply splended."5

"Yeah," 12 year old Bridget murmured to herself, "If your idea of splended is a junky old box." Only her sister seemed to of heard her, and glared at her menacingly, as if to say; 'dont mess this up again, Bridget, do you remember what happened last time?'6

Yes, the answer was yes. She remembered what happened last time, quite distinctly actually. Their father found a girlfriend, Sarah, and decided the whole family just had to move in with her, all the way to Alberta from their happy Nova Scotia home. It was hot there. Uncomfortable. And there were no oceans. Bridget had happily ruined it for the couple, making snide comments about Sarah and booby-trapping her until her and the professor broke up. Twice it had happened. Bridget didnt understand why he was so desperat to get a woman, he was fine with just his daughters. Bridget hadn't liked Sarah. She was blond, with a big chest and but, and a nasty dalmation who bit her a lot. To top it all off, Bridget didnt like the name Sarah. Okay, so she had been a bit irrational. But she had been ten then! After that, they moved back to Nova Scotia, but their house was sold, and they had to buy a new one. Before that, Bridget's father had married a woman named Bridgette, and he said it was meant to be because of their name likeness. Bridget didnt like her right off the bat - She had stolen her name! Back then she was 6, and didnt understand that since Bridgette was born before her, she has stolen *her* name. 7

And then, of course, there was-8

"Sheryl, come take a look at this!"9

Yep. Sheryl. The city slicker babe with the long brown ringlets and the too expensive makeup that made her look like a... well... you know.10

Even Cally, the one who tried to make the family work, rolled her eyes as Sheryl stepped through the door, her hairdu not even skimming the top of the doorframe because of her short body type. 11

"Careful hon," Sheryl said breezily as Bridget's backpack skimmed her freshly lyposuctioned side. Sheryl eyed a fly nastily, and stepped up the rickety staircase, her heels clicking as they all got a clear view of what was up her tiny little pink leather mini skirt. 12

(A mini-mini skirt that had the bottom ripped off) Apparently the professor didnt notice as he brought the kid's suitcases up the stairs. Or maybe he did, seeing as he whispered into her ear and she giggled and said something to make him blush. Sheryl turned down and saw Bridget looking and said loudly; 13

"Dont listen to mommy and daddy's conversation, Bridget sweety, its so rude. I dont want your little ears to hear it." She winked, and tottered up the stairs, as Bridget clenched her breath. It was going to be a long, long while. 14

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3 months. Bridget had survived three long months with the wicked witch of the makeup container. 3 months of a new school, and she had 3 new awesome friends. 16

Flora, the shy girl, the innocent blonde.17

Klarissa, better known as Klair, the rebel. No rules for Klair.18

Shain, the tomboy, the girl who doesnt care about getting wet. 19

And she hasd them just time time for the dance. Every girl in the school was whispering, all the guys were making 'dares' for the dance. Days before hand everyone had picked out their outfits, including Bridget, who chose a pair of jeans (casual, but inviting) and a blouse with a gathered chest, to make her look like at least she had something up their. 20

But Bridget, despite her superb costume, would never be able to guess what would happen at the dance.21