"Oh my GAWD! Does that girl not know anything about fashion?" Cheerleader-lookalike yelled, staring at me across the lanes. She was in some shiny Porshe. Whatever, her car had nothing on my yellow Ferrari in the garage at home. It wasn't my fault I'd been banned from driving it, as part of my punishment for getting kicked out of that last school, and was stuck with a lame Smart car.
"I'm totally ashamed to be seen on the same road as her," said the Blond in the passenger seat, drawing on eyeliner, so much she looked like a really bad blond Emo kid.
When the lights turned green, Cheeleader slammed on the gas, and Blonde shoved her eyeliner into her eye. Inside, I was cracking up. Outside, I was cool and calm. But I couldn't resist flipping them off as I drove away - come on, they totally dissed me!
I flicked my hair as I went down the road. God, girls like that were annoying. Though I kind of had to admit, I kept staring in the car mirror too, shocked. What the hell was this? I'd tie...