“I’m not a bitch, just doing you a favor, really.”
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who was the smartest, prettiest and fairest of them all?.. Brittany wouldn’t actually admit it, but in the blank, should be her name careful pronounced. Because her position in town was clear to her; A prime example to everyone. It wasn’t like she was vain or felt better than the rest of them, not in her opinion at least, she just knew what the right way was and didn’t hesitate at any given opportunity, to show her generosity and tell people her opinion. Still in high school, Brittany (not Britt or Britney, because she was an American citizen and not a blonde, junkie singer) has her whole human future planned out for her. Note the ‘human’ part. She acknowledged the gift her brothers and sister had gotten from the gods, but in her opinion, living amongst the humans was more of a curse than a pleasure. From when she was a little, she’d looked down upon the humans and their faulty ways, every single time torn between telling them off or holding her nose up high and walking away. A little squirrel or girl as herself didn’t have much of a say in anything though, which is why she was going to make her mark in the human world. Drive through her opinion in a way that both graced ones and humans had to oblige. Later, Brittany was attending to law school.
Set on earning a scholar ship and meanwhile guiding people to do the right thing, like she was planning on doing in the future, Britt somehow gets lost in her own judgment, feeling as though her opinion on matters was the only one which counted. The right one. This was the main reason why Brittany was bound to clash with Ashley Foster and her ‘I don’t give a damn’ attitude. Out of her entire family, Brittany had always been the most outspoken one, in sharp contrast to the rest of her squirrel siblings who tended to stay low and be as kind as they could, before running out of view. All her life, she had been looked down upon by pretty much everyone, including her own family. A petite girl like her couldn’t be of much use, could she? Wrong. And she was on a mission to prove it to everyone. Her first encounter with Ashley had therefor been a heated one. After taking one look at her ratty clothes, smudged up make up and cigarette in hand, Brittany had immediately judged her as a stoner girl, unworthy of any of her attention. However, a few forced encounters both in and outside school has shown both girls their similarities. They had always been the weak ones, looked down upon by everyone. They also weren’t afraid to speak their mind, despite everything. Sadly, not all people in town grew out to be somewhat friends with Brittany. Some, rest under the mere term of “acquaintance”.
And Hunter Prescott was definitely and acquaintance only. After giving his tattoo clas arms and almighty attitude one brief look, Brittany decided on what to think of the guy. And she had been damn right. The two argue on a constant basis, with him calling her a stuck up bitch and her calling him a bratty stoner, who should just go home already and save the town from his annoyance. As if being a human wasn’t enough of a turn off already, the guy was set on screwing her over and getting her either high or drunk, but preferably both. Brittany usually brushes him off, however, her strong opinions on drugs, alcohol and him, more so pushing him to guys like Nathan. If only she’d be able to look past her judgement.