I slipped my left foot into my blue, plaid Sperry's. I stood in front of a full-body mirror and surveyed my outfit. The school I attend, Marion Prep, has a pretty loose uniform code; I had about four different outfit choices for uniforms; but of course, being the fashionista I am, I usually mix 'n match. So today, I'm feeling especially preppy; so I'm wearing rolled up, ironed to a crisp, tan pants, a navy blue polo with a black, thin, leather belt. A black, polyester Marion blazer, blue Sperry's, and a light blue shoulder bag. I smiled at my reflection. Unlike most girls' my age, I'm pretty happy with myself. I'm average height, maybe 5'6. I have fluffy, shiny, blonde hair which is usually naturally curly or wavy-- but I straightened it out for today; my hair is a little bit longer than shoulder length, maybe a quarter way; I have piercing green eyes and clear, even skin tone that isn't tan, but definitely not pale. Some people say I give myself too much credit, but honestly I think they are just haters.
If you were to ask one of my friends a few key things about me they'd saynbsp;
A talented pianist
I-- I mean-- They could go on forever.
I'm also the type of girl who likes to get what I want, when I want it; if you try to get in the way of that-- well-- good luck.
So that you know me, I should go and eat breakfast and introduce you to the rest of my family.
I walked out of my bedroom, a smile plastered on my face. I walked pass the house keeper, Hanna, who was dusting an expensive vase my father got on our vacation to Africa last summer
I smiled at the memory as I entered the dining area where mother and my younger sister, Wesley, was sitting. "Morning Wes," I said in A chipper tone as I took a seat next to her. She glanced up at me from her plate and mumbled something like "What is good about this Morning.?" I ignored Wesley's typical pessimistic personality and grabbed a muffin and boiled egg from the serving plate that sat in the middle of the table and sat it on my plate. I poured a half of glass of orange juice and grabbed an apple and slipped it in my bag for an after school snack. "Someone is in a sickeningly good mood," Mother mumbled as she peered through her glasses at her planner. I unwrapped the muffin and took a small bite. "Today IS the big day you know," I said in a "duh, You should know that already" tone. Wesley scoffed and looked up from her phone. "It's just school; nothing worth having a good mood over," she mumbled. I rolled my eyes. Wesley has always been a bit of a pessimist. I've tried to snap her out of it a few times but ever time she always says "There is nothing wrong with being a pessimist, either your pleasantly surprised or you're always right." She had a point there, though. Anyways, I just decided to stay out of her personal affairs and let her be her own person. I guess everyone can't be like me.
it has always mad me feel bad when she called herself ugly. She's actually gorgeous with dark, glossy brown hair, big brown eyes and a medium height and slim figure. She could actually look nice if she brushed her hair and put some efforts into her clothes!
"Eighth grade isn't anything to be in a good mood about; but 11th grade is going to be magical," I said wistfully as I bit into my muffin. Wesley rolled her eyes. Mother scoffed. Why are they being so negative? High school isn't all that bad-- well for me it isn't. "Keep dreaming', Tessa," Mother smirked. "High school was complete torture for me- especially junior year. I had that same foolish optimistic attitude and just ended up making a fool of myself and falling flat on my face-- metaphorically and literally."
"Tell the story of how your prom dress ended up cut straight down the middle-- that one never gets old," She said childishly-- well she is thirteen but still...
I crossed my arms across my chest. Nice to know I have my family's support. I rolled my eyes. As mother began re-telling the tale of her junior prom, Jessi and Emma waltz into the room hand in hand. I stood up from the table and greeted them with hugs. "You girls ready for An epic year?" I asked with a smile on my lips. Jessi flipped her long straight golden blonde hair over her shoulder as she smacked obnoxiously on gum.
"Duh!" She replied cheekily. Emma quietly nodded and snatched her hand away from Jessi and crossed her arms. Strange. Emma is never quiet. Either she is rambling on about her last soccer tournament or David Beckham or eating-- that reminds me... she didn't even attack the breakfast that was sitting out on the table. I shrugged it off; maybe she's sick. "You look really cute! Rate me, please?" Jessi whined annoyingly. Sometimes it gets a little annoying how she acts like a fifth grader who wants in with the "cool, middle school kids". She wouldn't be the same, without her immaturity, though. Her amazing sense of style really levels her out though. I would almost say that she is more fashionable than me-- ALMOST!
I nodded and looked over her outfit. She wore a navy and dark green plaid skirt, black lacy tights, dark blue heels, a white Marion Prep fuzzy sweater tucked into the skirt and a cute dark blue scarf. "Hmm, definitely seven worthy; the white sweater is cute but it doesn't compliment the outfit well," I stated.
Emma snickered, earning a death glare from Emma.
"Rate me?" She asked, still stifling her laugh.
I nodded and turned to face Emma; I looked over her outfit-- which was just as good as mine (definitely NOT better).
She wore the same skirt as Jessi's but hers was red and blue, black knee-high socks, yellow ballet flats, a dark green polo tucked into the skirt and a black lace shoulder bag; she also wore a rhinestone choker and bracelet set. Edgy but cute, yet simple: Definitely Ten worthy-- but that would give her more points than my outfit.
Rules of being a New York Alpha#1: NEVER rate someone's outfit better than yours-- even if it is!
"Nine!" I said simply. Jessi scoffed and glared at Emma who smiled triumphantly. Jessi opened her mouth to say something snappy but I quickly stepped in between the two.
"Now, now girls don't start to quarrel like children," I said. "That was acceptable when we were little, childish sophmores; but now we are women, we are juniors!"
Jessi crossed her arms in defeat; Emma nodded and smiled in agreement. These two almost never get along.
I held out my arms and they hooked their arms with mine. "Now let's go; wouldn't want to be late," I said as a smile played on my lips. I walked out of the loft feeling fresh, confident, and beautiful; and most of all, Ready to take on junior year.
What do ya think? Next chapter will have more people in it and will most likely have three, shorter parts! I'm so excited to introduce new people! Tell me what you think! XD don't forget to read the Cast so you'll get a better description of what they look like! COMMENT!