Welcome student of Whitney--or should I say Whitney and Cardigan Academy! Let's start off the school year with the popular phrase: Study hard to party harder.
I know there have been bad advice circulating the school popularizing the common phrase: you only live once (before Drake rapped it in his song). That has been the poor excuse for many poor decisions. Know what you're getting into--be educated and then life will become a ride, easy and fun!
And concerning those rumors about me, well let's just say that Annie likes to shine a light on lies. Just wait. Mark the date: Basket Auction this Saturday!
I thanked goodness that Mr. M never read any of my drafts or the published work, or he would get on my case about, 'This isn't the right thing to do, be moral, don't be immature,' blah, blah, blah.
I was determined to keep Annie and Mr. M didn't have to know every detail so that was the article I sent for the school newspaper.
For the rest of the week, I kept a low profile. There was a little buzz about the whole Annie-is-real article going around and I wasn't the best face-to-face liar, so I avoided the topic whenever possible.
Right after school, Audrey and I would run to our dorm and practice until midnight being Annie. She would tell me how to act around guys and how to twirl my hair in a flirty way.
Geez, I didn't realize I had no idea how to be a girl. I mean, when you're around other girls all the time, I guess you forget the small stuff.
Well now it was Saturday--just an hour before the Basket Auctions.
The Basket Auctions is one of the biggest fund-raising events we have at Whitney Academy. Basically, a couple girls sign up for the event and fix up their own basket filled with picnic items (food, blankets, movies, etc.) and then we auction the basket and the girls out. So sort of like buying a date that comes with free food (well, free minus the price you paid). Usually we have friends buying friends because a lot of girls came to support, but now with the Cardigan Academy actually mixed in with the school, we're hoping for a greater turn out. In fact, we have three guys who are going to be auctioned out.
I packed some self-made club sandwiches, cherries, honey dew melons, pink lemonade, two slices of pie, napkins, and a layover blanket. I was pretty proud that I was able to make it all and stuff it neatly into my white weaved basket.
Audrey was working on my make up for tonight, making sure I looked different from what I normally do. We even added a prosthetic on the bridge of my nose to ensure no one could find out who I was. She contoured my face so that it looked like it was shaped differently and even added a small mole next to my eye.
Audrey was a make-up guru, I swear. Only a little bit of powder, glimmering eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and lip shimmer later, I was totally transformed. And it didn't even look like I had a lot of make up on (which thanks to the prosthetic nose, I did--but just foundation)!
I was wearing one of Audrey's favorite dresses: a plain back dress with sleeves and a u-bend neck and a slightly lower back, but nothing too revealing. She paired them up with her thin heeled tan wedges. Don't get me wrong, they were cute, but for a girl who has never worn heels in her life? Maybe not so great anymore.
I firmly placed the blond wig I had been hiding around my head. I attached a comb to the inside so that it would practically never fall out. While all this was going on, Audrey was changing the color of my eyebrows to a slightly lighter color (it was naturally dark, dark brown) so that it would look natural with the light hair.
"Hey, I got to go for the MCs. Come at like 5:30 to the gym and I'll put in a last minute announcement for you, okay?" The perks of having the chair of the spirit committee as your best friend. Seriously.
I told her I understood and she flew out of the room, sporting her little red dress from Chanel and killer nude heels. She looked so beautiful.
I sighed in jealousy. Last year, she was banned from the basket auctions because some random people would bid more money than they actually had just to see her.
A couple minutes later, I slipped on some socks and walked out. There was no way I was walking all the way to the gym in those shoes, no matter how cute.