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Prologue

"What should I wear?" I ask my cousin Georgina who's sprawled across my bed, flipping through magazines in boredom.

At the mention of clothes though, she's on her feet, her pale arm pushing me to the side with force.

She flips through my closet chucking items at me . I lay them out on my wooden floor, a loose white blouse with frills on the front, burgundy skinny jeans, brown ankle boots and undergarments.

Georgina's eyes flick to the floor and her blue eyes glitter in admiration at her work.

"Wear your black ray-bands and a black cardigan" she instructs before falling back onto my bed sighing.

"What's up Georgie?" I ask climbing onto my bed, crossing my legs so I avoid any possibility of falling off my bed.

"I'm worried that if people know I'm your cousin any hope of you being popular will be demolished" She says glumly.

I chuckle, "We'll be popular, bet your life on it" I say with conviction.

"Me? Popular, nu-uh I refuse to hang out with those snobs" She says, with equal certainty.

"I didn't say anything about hanging out with the old populars" I say smirking at her confused expression.

"We just need to make an entrance, mess with their heads and make lots of friends" I say, in a tone I might use if I was preparing to make a cake.

"You make it sound so easy" she says sarcastically, brushing a few loose strands of chocolate coloured hair from her face.

I laugh and her face turns serious, "Were you being serious though?About us being popular".

I nod my head without hesitation, "Of course I'm serious!" she smiles, knowing that I don't back out of things like this.

"Meet me out the front at eight so we can do hair and makeup, then, I'll drive us to school in my new Chevy" I say, planning out tommorow.

"Mkay" She replies, smiling at my enthusiasm.

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"Georgina's here" My Mom calls from the kitchen.

"Okay, coming!" I shout back, running down the marble stairs.

"Georgie!" I squel when I see her, running towards her full speed.

She laughs as I pick up her and spin her around.

"School!" I squeal as I put her back down, she shakes her head.

"You know it's just like your old school" She states bluntly.

"Plus ... BOYS!" I whisper in Georgie's ears. She rolls her eyes and I grab onto her arm, dragging her up the stairs.

We slump down onto the wooden floor amongst my makeup that I messily set out earlier. I snatch Georgie's face towards me and start with the primers and take 20 minutes to do the rest of her makeup. It's fairly Neutral tones except a swipe of blue eyeshadow on the rim of her eyes. In return she does mine, she does her killer smokey eye but with browns and peach coloured lips.

"We Ready?" I ask her and she nods.

"Here we go" I squeal.

"You're not normal" Georgie says, rolling her eyes at my enthusiasm.

"Whatever, your just jealous at my ability to have energy in the morning" I reply with maturely _note the sarcasm_ flashing my tongue at her.

"Come on" She says with an eye roll as she flips my light switch off, leaving me in the dark.

"Hey!" I growl and follow quickly behind her.

Once we're down the stairs I lead the way, stopping at the kitchen to grab my handbag and a blueberry bagel for Georgie and I.

"Here" I say as I chuck it at her.

She catches it without any hesitation and quickly takes a bite a smile lights up her face. Am I the best cousin or what?

"Dibs driving" She randomly squeals and my eyes widen, no she didn't!

I chase her to the garage, just in time to dart in front of her and claim victory.

I leap into the leather seat and melt into it. I turn my head to see a smirking Georgie. "You didn't actually think I wanted to drive your car?" she asks, her eyes glittering in amusement. I feel myself blush, something only my best friend never fails to make do. "Your so mean" I state and she shrugs. "And your so gullible" she says crawling over me to get to the passenger seat. "1. Remeber I'm going to make us popular so be nicer 2. You know theres a door right?" I raise an eyebrow at her.

" 1. I'll try and 2. That way takes longer" She insists, pointing at the door beside her.

"Okay you weird child" I say with a shake of my head.

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