Meeting rebellion. Meeting him.

Chapter 1

7:00 am of the morning. When Dorotea, our house maid, comes to wake me up i'm already awake; i always wake up before 7 o' clock so i can play a little bit with Louis, my dog before i start getting ready for school. In less than two seconds i get up and i'm on my way to the bathroom. I look at the hour and its 7: 40, that means i'm possibly gonna be late for school. I go downstairs and go to the kitchen to tell Dorotea i'm not having breakfast because i'm already late for school and i see my coffee. 

"I new you wouldn't have breakfast today, Miss Waldorf. I prepared the coffee for you to drink it on your way to school."

"Dorotea, I've told you at least a hundred times that you don't have to be so formal when you're talking to me. Okay?"

"Okay, okay, Natassja."

"What? I don't see any Natassja in the kitchen" i hate when people call me by my real name.

"Nina" she laughs "Now go, Peter's waiting for you in the car."

"Yeah.. Peter.. I think he likes you-" i say and laugh.

"Shhh" she says while she puts her finger in front of her lips.

"Bye Dorota" I tell her while i'm walking out of the kitchen "oh i almost forgot! Tell Daniel i'll see him when i get home!"

Daniel is my little brother. Every morning i go to his room after i left home. We love each other so much, it's not like he's my brother and that's all. Our parents don't spent so much time in home lately, he's only five years old and i'm all he's got.

While i'm in the elevator i see myself in the mirror. I'm physically a normal girl, and i hope i'm mentally normal too.

My hair is straight and blond, well, it's more like a white blond, like a platinum blond. Blue-Yellow eyes, my lips are small, but big; i have a small roman nose, i don't have a lot of boobs, at all.. since i was a little girl I've had a very small waist, skinny, wide hips, small hands, feet extremely small and the only thing i hate of myself.. i'm horribly short.  My friends say i have a beautiful butt, but i would't call a butt <beautiful>. The elevator stops and the door opens.

"Have a good day, Margaret" i tell to the receptionist while i keep walking to the main door of the building."

"Miss Waldorf, have a good day at school" she says as she always does when she sees me in this uniform.

I don't really know what <cool> means, but i can tell this uniform isn't <cool>. It's a red tie, dark blue coat with red edges, white shirt, dark blue skirt with red edges, a nude pantyhose, and finally a black  heels. Although it isn't that cool, it looks very sexy. 

When i'm close of the door the lobby vigilant opens the door for me. Once out of the building, i see Peter next to to the back door of the car, which is open.

It's the first day of my senior year in the Elite Way School in San Jose, CA. I love school, i mean, in school there's always something to do, and that's great for me. Me and my friends are pretty good students, and we're not nerds or anything like that. We go out to clubs very often, obviously our parents don't know and they'll never. The bad fact is that most of our parents are known persons in the country and if we appear in a newspaper seen in a club, they would literally kill us but we do it anyways. My friends love the adrenaline and i guess me too. Sometimes we go to a neighborhood in LA, that part of LA it's a little bit dangerous, and it's not actually a neighborhood.. we go there to see racing.  Everything there is racing and very loud music and people screaming and alcohol. We go there on weekends, well, some weekends, when our parents are not on the city (that means i can go every weekend) so we can stay that night in a hotel in LA. The harder part is getting the money from our parents, we have credit cards, but we need to pay the hotel and the gasoline and everything with cash and fake IDs so our parents don't know where we've been.