Giavanni POV
I woke up bright and early so I could do my hygiene and get ready for the first day of school. I wasn't really nervous. At all my other schools I was the 'It' girl so I fit in fast. My mother was a lawyer, so we moved to ATL where most of her clients lived. I was agitated when said we would be here permanently.
I threw on my 'New York' crop top, my red leather sweat pants, and my retro 4s. I let my hair stay wild and curly. I threw on my gold chain and matching earrings. I grabbed the keys to my yellow corvette , my phone, and my book sack that said my name on it in diamonds. I was totally gonna own it when I pulled up. Nobody would be as fresh as me.
Malaysia POV
I got up hype! I'm finally a junior! I did my hygiene then picked my outfit.
I chose my hello kitty cropped sweater, my distressed skinny jeans,and my all white Jordan 1s. I flat ironed my hair and put in my diamond into my belly piercing. Everybody was gone be able to see my bling. I loved tattoos and piercings. Idk why. I need to chill. I had 2 ear holes in each ear and on my right ear I pierced the top. I put my devil tail on my top piercing and regular gold hoops on my other ear piercings. My belly button piercing earring was kinda big so I changed it to a smaller diamond. My daddy agreed to giving me what ever I wanted but a tattoo was out of the question. He just wasn't having it.
I was done getting dressed so I decided to go ahead to school. I grabbed my keys and my blue iPhone 5c and my Louis Vuitton Book sack.
I walked outside and looked at my blue Ferrari. Like I said...my daddy never told me no. Ever since mama died he treated me like a queen,like I should have the world. And I enjoyed it. I got in my blue Ferrari and sped off.
Normani POV
I got up and took my time doing my hygiene. I never rushed for anybody or anything. Perfection takes time.
"NE NE YOU HAVE 20 MINUTES TO GET DOWN HERE OR IMA COME UP THERE AND DRAG YOU DOWN!" I rolled my eyes. My mama always trippen. She knows that makes me go slower. I don't like being rushed!
I put on my flower tank top with the leather collar, I wore my black leather skirt, and some bright yellow heels. I added my bright yellow Prada bag to match. I grabbed the keys to my red Bugatti and my gold iPhone 5s. I walked down the stairs of my billion dollar home. My father's a NBA player. We got money.
"Good morning princess" I smiled.
"Good mornin' daddy." My mother walked in soon after. I rolled my eyes. Me and her don't have the best relationship.
"I have to go. Bye daddy"
My mother mugged me and I walked right past her. I got in my ride and left.
Ryah POV
I woke up late. But whatever. Perfection takes time anyway. I did my hygiene and found my outfit.
I put on my gray tank top, my blue jean vest, my leather shorts, my South Beach Lebrons, and my CoCo Chanel hat. I flat ironed my hair before I put it on though. I was so hungry. I grabbed my keys, phone, and MK book sack and walked down stairs. Unfortunately my father was gone...again. I found a note on the counter.
Hey Ry. Had to leave out of town for a few days. Sorry. The black card is on the dresser. Love you. ~ Dad
I balled the paper into a ball and shot it across the room. This always happens. My dad's a manager so he travels alot. You would think he could make time for his ONLY daughter. My mama died giving birth to me. But my daddy says I look just like her. I grabbed a banana and headed outside. I locked the door and walked to the garage. I got in my cocaine white Mercedes Benz. I got it when I turned 16. I was too happy. I pulled out and was on my way to school.
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The Clique
Teen FictionAt YHI ( Young Hollywood Institute ), popularity is everything. But loyalty means nothing. The 'IT' Clique has popularity on lock. But will they be able to maintain it? Getting to the top is hard. But staying there is even harder.