ORANGE IS NOT YOUR COLOUR
If Eryn could have worn a plastic bag over head, she would have. Her Lamborghini was replaced with an almost broken down, beaten up looking Prio. The others tried to hold in there laughter when Eryn got out of the door, slamming the car door hard.
Last night. From what she could remember didn't go too well. After the others and herself were finally kicked out of the club, after being threatened a large number of times and the arrival of the police, they were forced to hit the town. Marty searched Facebook for a party they could stop at and finally found one on "Millionaires Row". They stayed there for a couple of hours and Eryn finally left after almost passing out. No one noticed her exit or tried to stop her drink driving, so Eryn, along with her Lamborghini drove into a house.
After spending the night, more like morning, in a cell and being told she had to go to three weeks of community service, her disappointed mom (and Marty's) bailed her out of jail.
"What the f-" Spencer was interrupted by Piper who nudged her shoulder, "Seriously, what the hell is that?" Spencer gestured towards the car. Did know one see the cuts and bruises on her face? Did a crappy looking car really attract more attention then her health? I mean, it was a total disaster that stood out from the other cars, but come on, it was beige!
"Don't even ask. I need coffee and more make up" Eryn complained as she walked up the steps to her school entrance. The school was a tall red bright building built up with white cement. There was a huge wall made of class which gave the people passing by a look at there many computer suites and modern looking classrooms.
Yeah, this was a public school trying to pull off the private school look. Private schools without uniforms, which were hard to find in England. "Seriously now, what happened to your parents car?"
Eryn rolled her eyes, "Fine, I'll tell you. I was going down the hill and it got trashed. I some how ended up being okay, but the house wasn't," The others gasped and gestured for her to go on, "Now I have to do community service"
This created more gasps, "They can't make you do that!" Piper protested before being quieted by Spencer, "Are they gonna make you wear the jumpsuit and everything?"
Eryn nodded. Orange definitley wasn't her colour, "I don't even want to talk about it".
"I feel fat. I mean I swear to god I drank my body weight last night" Piper changed the subject to herself, as always. She wore huge black sun glasses which covered most of her pale beautiful, and freckly face. She let her brown/black hair loose today.
Eryn didn't really like the long flowing hair look nearly everyone in the school copied. She was happy with her dark redish bob, which made her stand out from the others. "You're not fat. You're skinnier then.." Spencer trailed off, "Like.. a twig or something"
Eryn felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled her I-phone out. Dylan had sent her a message with an image attached. She clicked the image to discover a photo of last night. In the picture was Piper, looking like she was about to fall over, Eryn herself, jumping on that guy named Mason's back and Andrew and Dylan were in the back ground holding up there beer cans.
Eryn handed Spencer her phone to check out the picture. "Ha, Pipes", I know right, weird nickname, "You look terrible. It looks like that person there's trying to feel you up".
Piper looked over Spencer's shoulder, "Ew! Shut up Spencer". She released a small chuckle. Eryn sighed, rolling her eyes. She spotted Dylan, one of the boys from the night before talking to his guy friends in his own clique. He saw her in the corner of his eyes, turned his head and smiled weakly. She was nice enough to return. Spencer noticed but Piper was too busy rambling on about herself, explaining what was actually happening.
