Today is my first of being a Senior, and honestly, I would much rather be dead right now. I have a lot of problems at school with the way I look, but that still doesn't change the fact that I'm one of the most popular girls. Anyways, I'm Jorden Hart and this is my story.
I wake up and pull on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and hang some sun glasses from my collar. I run downstairs and grab some cereal, I guess mom and dad have left already. Once I've finished eating I go back upstairs and put on some red lipstick and my shoes. I check the time and I still have 20 minutes left until school starts, so I decide to text my 2 best friends.
Jordan: Hey guys, u ready 4 Senior yr?
Casey: Nope. Not even close.
Alexia: Senior yr can go die for all I care.
Jordan: Well you guys sound happy, what, did u wake up on the wrong side of the bed??
Casey: Haha. Hilarious
Alexia: Actually I didn't wake up in bed. So ha!
Jordan: Ooohhh! Whatchu get up 2 last night
Casey: Yeah. Was there some frat party that you didn't tell us abt?!
Alexia: No guys, stop having such dirty minds. I fell asleep watching Riverdale last night.
Jordan: Boo! That's no fun!
Casey: Yeah! What happened to the wild Alexia we all knew and love? Ya know, the one who went out partying all the time instead of staying at home at night and binge watching Netflix
Alexia: U know what, I cba w/ this. I'm going to school.
Casey: OK Lexi xx Byeeeeeeee
Jordan: Byeeee x C U @ Skl
As I switch my phone off I grab my little kitty purse and put some money in, you never know what you'll need to buy or who you'll need to bribe. I head downstairs and go for the door, when I forget my jacket. So I pop into the living room and grab my leather jacket off the sofa and leave. I get in my car, it isn't the best car ever but its still pretty good and it gets the job done.
I'm almost at the school gates when some prick cuts in front of me. Wrong day mate, wrong day! I beep my horn at him 4 or 5 times and stay on his tail. He drives around the school parking lot and finds 2 spaces next to each other. How convenient. I get out my car, slam the car and strut over to him,
"Excuse me," I tap him lightly on the shoulder and put on my sweetest angel smile. He turns around and runs his hand through his hair.
"Hey sweet thing, what can I do for ya?" He gives me a cheeky little boyish grin but I brush it off.
"I was wondering," but now I drop this whole angelic act, "What the hell was that stunt back there?!" My sudden change in tone seems to have thrown him off. Good, that's what he deserves for cutting me off like that. But, he quickly regains his cheeky grin and said,
"Well, I wasn't exactly going to let Little Miss Perfect Popularity think I would stop just for her now was I?" He glances down and my designer outfit and lavish car.
"Look mate, I'm popular but I'm not Satan's reincarnation. You have me mistaken for Blythe Kingsley." I point him over to a girl standing by a pink limo with a Gucci and Prada outfit. Although, I'm not even sure you could call it an outfit; black thigh-high boots, blue denim shorts that barely covers her up and a crop top so short and tight you can see her bra through it and under it. She looks over at me and flashes a fake smile and waves, I do the same back to her although I really wish I didn't have to. At Saltridge High, there are very little rules, but the rules that we have are very strict and we have to follow them exactly. One of the ones that I hate the most is the one that states the schools most popular girls have to be nice to each other. This rule was made after 2 popular Seniors last year got into an argument. This led to them dividing the student body into 2 groups and starting a civil war only with less guns and bombs and more catfights and ruined hair extensions. He starts laughing hysterically and I can see dimples forming on his cheeks. When he has calmed down a bit I can still see a few tears rolling down his cheeks and the tracks of the former ones who have made their way down to his chin and parts of his jaw. His surprisingly well-chiselled jaw. I take a tissue out of my purse and wipe his tears away. His eyelashes are still wet and his eyes are a magnificent Atlantic blue shade. By the way they sparkled in the light, you would've thought they had tiny little fragments of glass dancing and twinkling. I compose myself and put the tissue away. I clear my throat and take a few steps back. While he fixes himself up, I go into my car, grab my bag of the passengers seat and swing it onto my shoulders.
"Do you know your way around the school yet or not, Newbie?" I ask
"No, not quite yet. Maybe you could give me a tour?" he answers
"Sure" What's the worse that could happen?
"So, Mystery Girl, do you have a name?"
"Ivy Webster. And you?" He grabs his bag and we start walking towards the main entrance
"The names Starre. Jacob Starre" He says trying to look all dark and mysterious. I start laughing and he looks offended. We arrive at the front desk when I squish his cheeks together and say
"You, Mr Jacob Starre are too cute for your own good" And without thinking I hop up onto my tip-toes and kiss his nose. SugarBalls! I can already feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, I take off as fast as I can before he has a chance to say anything. And THAT, Ladies and Gentlemen is how it could get any worse. UGGH!
I have a brief idea for what I want to do with this book, but if you could give me a few more ideas it would be great and it would definitely mean a lot. Thanks byeeee xx - Rhiannon
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