Diary of a Preppy Girl

1: I'm Beautiful....and You're Not

Here is the very first chapter of DoaPG.

-please ignore mistakes and future mistakes as this will be edited eventually

-well enjoy and tell me you thoughts :)

-this is the first of many chapters and many events in Diana Pakston's life! let's ride this wave together :)

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Chapter 1: I'm Beautiful...and Youre Not

"Ready, ladies?"

We exchanged knowing glances and our lip glossed lips spread into smiles. It was time to do our usual every day routine, which never got boring, not even the tiniest bit.

Tiffany, Anni, Demi, Margo, and I walked through the doors of Royal York High. I walked in the middle while my faithful ser- I mean my faithful, loyal friends strode with me in our clanking high heels and mini skirts, pushing away every loser in our way. We hate the school though. It's all so monotone with pale grey walls, black and blue lockers and the occasional dumb banner here and there.

"Every day it gets more painful and painful to look at these low life's." I complained to my girls, rolling my eyes. 

A moment of disgust overtook my face as I unwillingly looked at every loser in the hallway.

Tiffany scoffed on my right side. "It is quite atrocious. How is it not their main concern right now?"

"I am so glad that we only have two months left." Margo said happily from my left side.

"More like two months of pure torture." Anni groaned.

"Tell me about," I said with annoyance.

"It should be against the rules to let in people with poor fashion sense," Demi quickly added and adjusted her Louis Vuitton bag on her shoulder which seemed to be super uncomfortable.

We made our way to our lockers. An amazing fact is that our lockers happen to be located right next to each other in a row.

Coincidence? I think not.

Due to our popularity, we got our lockers together and at the best place, right in the heart of the school. If you stand beside our lockers and look around, we have a giant fountain right in the middle. If you look up, you can see the skylights on the ceiling. Please, no need to be jealous. Just be popular like us and you'll enjoy such riches too. 

I opened my locker with a happy sigh. I had upgraded the pale grey plain locker to a covered one with different photos and a mirror on the door. Plus I had put a little pink cubby on the door for my makeup. My locker has always been completely neat and alphabetically organized. 

To be or not to be disorganized that is the question. But I, good sirs, like to be organized for that is real question, to be or not to be organized for which I choose a big yes to. To be organized and and have books in order and rejoice in that.

I know I sound smart, I think I usually am smart. Most of the time. I just don't show it. Or maybe people don't see me as smart. Girls like me are supposed to be just pretty and popular, and that is enough.

I do love Shakespeare although I guess I don't understand the way it's written. I find the translation and read that instead. I think my favorite Shakespeare play would have to be The Taming of the Shrew. Kind of ironic for me to think that I can relate to the hot-headed Kate.

To teach his own, I guess.

"D?"

"Yeah?" I say as I grab my chemistry books and take out the ones I had with me in my bag and pile them neatly back into the locker.