Somewhere in New Jersey, 1979

Natalie was smart, weirdly smart considering her not so good school and her shitty life in general. She could easily do extremely well with her grades when she cared about it. She could do well, she just didn't saw a point in any of it, and all the drugs and alcohol didn't help. But the school did saw a point in it, they saw potential in her which lead to her (not really by her choice) being transferred. Besides, her parents really thought a fancy catholic school would really make her not a lesbian all of a sudden. Full scholarship in a private school, a really good one.

Preppy uniforms, preppy girls, preppy everything. The moment she stepped foot in there she felt judged by the rich jerks, she didn't even know if she could keep up with it.

And then she met you.