catradora | dancing in the dark

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Catra looked at the time on her phone. "2:36 am," she mumbled quietly as she fumbled to roll the last joint on her hands. She sighed, pushing the rolled blunt to her lips, taking a long drag as she lit it with a her lighter.

Tomorrow, well, today to be exact, was going to be her first day at her new school, Bright Moon Academy, and she wasn't thrilled about it at all. Catra was transferring over from Horde Highschool, a school known for its reputation dealing with troubled children and teenagers who struggled in school. Catra always had been one to not be able to grasp the whole school concept, so she would frequently skip and not do her work. That was until she went to Horde High. They taught things she actually liked, like martial arts, art, and simple school subjects like math, language arts, and science, rather than others that taught french and all the sappy choir and music stuff.

The dark haired girl took a few more puffs off the joint before tossing it out of the window with a smirk. She knew Bright Moon wasn't going to be for her. After all, Catra was just a skateboarding stoner who didn't like to be told what to do, especially by teachers. How would she ever fit in with the kids at Bright Moon who got everything handed to them on a silver platter? Well, that's how they were there, right?

She decided to sleep when the time hit 4 o'clock in the morning considering she would have to be up in a few short hours anyways. A nap couldn't hurt, so that's what Catra did.

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Seven am came earlier than Catra thought it would. She rolled over to where her face was in her pillow and she groaned loudly in anger. There was no way in the world she was doing this today. She's rather stay home and sleep.

"Up!" Mrs. Weaver, the head of the group home Catra was currently living in. Catra sighed, knowing there was no way she was going to get out of going to school, unless she skipped. She thought about it for a moment. It wasn't worth it. Someone would notify Mrs. Weaver if Catra wasn't at school.

Catra got up and got dressed. She put on some simple, black ripped jeans, combat boots, and a graphic t-shirt. "Alright," she grumbled as she grabbed her bag and slung it angrily over her shoulder.

As she walked out of the room she shared with two other girls who were already gone, Catra flipped up her mattress and grabbed a pair of earphones and a half empty pack of cigarettes and tossed them in her bag. Obviously, cigarettes weren't aloud at the group home, so she hid them, but she also hid her earphones that way they wouldn't be stolen.

As Catra exited the building to get on the bus, she put in her headphones and put on some rap music, letting it blair into her ears. The brunette got on the bus and sat in the back, hoping she could smoke her morning cigarette in peace.

She pulled down the bus window and settled into her seat, putting her jacket on with a sigh. Life never really treated Catra right. When she was just a little kid, she was abandoned by her mother. Then she was put into foster care, which never worked out, so she now settled in a group home, where she would have to wait till she was 18 to be on her own. Well, Catra would be kicked out at 18. She didn't have a choice.

As Catra lit the cigarette, a blonde girl sat down beside her. Oh god. She looked like the one to snitch on her. Catra mumbled something and began to throw the lit cancer stick on the bus floor, but the blonde girl stopped her. "I don't mind," she spoke softly. Catra was honestly shocked, "Thanks, I guess," she nodded as she inhaled some smoke.

The girls sat in silence for a moment before the blonde spoke up again. "I'm Adora," she said to the other who was obviously not interested. Catra has to admit, she was a very pretty girl, but she wasn't a morning person. "Catra," she nodded offering the girl a puff from her cancer stick. Adora shook her head and pushed it away.

"I've never seen you around before, are you knew?" Adora asked the brunette, tilting her head a bit as she studied Catra's features. Catra nodded with huff. "Mhm.." she nodded, flicking the cigarette out of the bus window. "Oh! I'll show you all around!" Adora exclaimed. "Bright Moon is such a great scho-" Catra cut her off. "How and why do you have so much energy?" She grumbled, obvious she was quite annoyed.

"Sorry.." Adora mumbled, scratching the back of her neck nervously. Catra leaned her head against the bus window and looked over at Adora, studying the blondes face. She was really pretty. Her smile was perfect, the way her ponytail bounced when she got excited, and her eyes, oh, her bright ocean-blue eyes gave Catra life. But, Catra could never admit how she felt. After all, she had just met Adora, and Catra could never show she had feelings. 

Adora poked Catra's leg. "Whatcha looking at?" Adora asked with a smile. Catra shook her head and snapped out of her gaze. "Nothing," she simply responded. Adora wouldn't take that as an answer. "Cmon.. tell me!" Adora laughed as she teased the other girl. Catra felt as if she was going to snap, but then again, she felt warm inside. "Stop it," Catra tried to speak without smiling, but a smirk was painted across her face.

"You're not a morning person, are you?" Adora asked. Catra rolled her eyes. "Can you not take a hint, blondie?" She hissed with a small laugh afterwards. Adora shook her head and returned her gaze to front of the bus.

A few moments later, after Catra's exciting morning, they arrived to what looked like a mansion. She was in utter shock. The brunette didn't expect this. Catra looked at her outfit up and down; she was undressed. Everyone had on dresses and vest and looked all nice. Catra laughed.

She followed Adora off the bus, getting immediate stares and shocked looking faces. "Welcome to Bright Moon, goof," Adora spoke as she took Catra's hand in her own.