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~Jealous Much?~ ( Part 1) |
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Today is going to be the first day i'm starting my new new high school called Ashford High. I'm so nervous that I feel like i'm gonna puke. Gosh, I'll totally embarass myself, I can feel it.
"Kaylah, get down here. You're gonna be late for your first day of school," my mother called from the bottm of the stairs.
"Give me a three more minutes and I'll be right down there," I replied. This is so unfair! Why did I have to move to Los Angeles? Couldn't I stay with my aunt in new york? But no, I just had to come here with my mother.
My name's Kaylah Powers , daughter of Jane Powers ( used to be a mondel) and Johnathen Powers ( a lawyer). I used to live in New York but since my mom wanted to move somwhere more, how do you say it, popular with other models like her. She one day expects me to be on the cover of Cosmogirl and Vogue, but she still doesn't get the picture that i DO NOT wanna become a model. Besides, I don't think i even look like one. People are always complimenting me and saying that i look so much like my mother but the only thing that's the same about us is that we have the same long legs. That's like practically it.
" Kaylah, come down this instance, you're seriously gonna be late"
"Coming." I came down the stairs fully dressed, wearing a Victoria's Secret jacket and Guess jeans.
" Come on, I'll give you a drive to school," mother said, giving me the "i think you're finally learing to dress like a model" look. For that, I feel like going back to my room and changing into sweats. We're outside, getting into our mercedes car, and our new neighbor waves to us.
Mom started the engine and off we went.
My mom slams the brakes in front of the admistrative office, and I look at my watch and shake my head. God, I was twenty minutes late.
I grab my Abercrombie backpack and then shakingly run my hands through my long, auburn twisted hair to redo my french braid and then open my door.
"Kaylah?"
"Uh huh?" I look at her with and annoyed expression. If she's going to give me the you'll-definetly-be-popular lecture, I will puke.
" Relax today. You'l make tons of friends at Ashford High."
" I am relaxed. Besides, I could care less if I make friends or not." Actually, I am going to care if make friends or not.
I glance at the empty campus and I realize that the school is huge. my old school was also big but this is way bigger! I wonder how I will find my classes.
" Okay. What time would you like me to pick you up?" she asks, giving me the sad look.
" Umm. You don't need to. I'll find my way home."
" Okay," she says, shrugging and looking away like she could care less, but I know she does.
" What are you gonna do today?" A ask, climbing out and closing the door between us. It's wierd how I care what she'll be doing. It makes me feel like I'm the grown-up.
" Nothing really. Just to do work in the house. You know, like trying to get furniture for the rooms and get you a real bed. And of course calling some designers. Yeah, crap like that.
" You better get to class. You're twenty minutes late, you know. And today's your first day. Enjoy!"I rush out and start going up the stairs.
 Misao Mikimachi · Fri May 30, 2008 @ 02:01am · 1 Comments |
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