Day One of L.A. High School
Dramatic and different the love will come later on day two, this is just explaining where she is.
In a small school in the middle of Los Angeles, California, three junior girls rule the school and everyone bows down to their feet, literally. Teachers ignore their troubles and everyone wants to get close to them. Only I can see the problem in this nightmare called L.A. High School.
After my dad had gotten a new job, we all had to move to California with him so that we could support him. My dad is a big time producer; you've probably heard of him, George Loco. Anyway, I had to leave everything behind. Including my school, my friends, my team, and everything else that mattered to me. Then, I had to move to this new school with new people I don't even know. My first day of L.A High was better than I expected. That was the day I met the three L's.
The most important thing on your first day anywhere is how you dress. The way you dress express who you are and what you do. In this school, I don't have to worry much about all of that, we have to wear uniforms. But, I wasn't going to look boring; I threw on a white t-shirt under the pink coat and a white sneaker. Then I curled my straight blond hair and I found some cute pink earrings. Just so you know, I'm not a big fan of pink; the uniform was from school and the earrings are my moms. Later, mom made sausage and eggs, and then it was off to school.
I thought L.A High was going to be a breeze, and I was right. In English we were reading Hamlet, which I've read twelve times and think Hamlet was kind of stupid for not killing his uncle every time he had a chance in the beginning. In Math we're just going over things for midterms, Pre- Calculus isn't that hard. And, in Social Studies we're learning about Hitler, my favorite villain of all times. So, everything we were doing was a piece of cake to me.
Now, it was lunch time and I have to admit, they have better things than my old school had. I bought a hamburger and a milkshake. I was walking towards an empty table I had just spotted when someone stepped in front of me and my milkshake spilled all over her.
"Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you and, I'm sorry." This girl looked really pissed off at me. It wasn't my fault. I was sorry. "You're sorry? You did this on purpose, you witch!" Dramatic much? And who does she think she is, calling me a witch? "Well, it's not my fault. You should watch where you're going also." This girl better get an attitude check. "Excuse me! But do you know who I am? You just ruined my perfect gray skinny jeans that YMS made just for me!" ugh, I haven't known this chick for long, but she's starting to get on my nerves. "Hey, I don't know who you are, but I do know that YMS did not make those jeans because they always make little rip spots on both legs, not just the right leg. I'm guessing you got those at the flea market or out of a garbage can." Right when I was done, I could literally hear a pin drop, it was so quiet in the lunch room, and everyone was staring at us.
Another girl stepped up in front of me and said, "Do you know who this is? This is Lindsey Jonas. The Lindsey Jonas, the one and only Lindsey Jonas. I don't know where you come from or who you are, but you would never catch Lindsey Jonas at the flea market, or wearing fake brands."
"Girl, if you don't get out of my face you aren't going to have a face to show." I didn't really mean that, but she was a little too close. "I don't need your help Lauren; I can deal with this myself. And I don't know who you are, or if you even go to this school, but this is my territory and I'm not going to let any trash come and diss me or my friends. So if you know what's good for you, you better pack up and go back where you came from." Lindsey flipped her hair and turned around, leaving me standing there with Lauren. "You heard her. Leave." Lauren imitated Lindsey and walked away.
After my dad had gotten a new job, we all had to move to California with him so that we could support him. My dad is a big time producer; you've probably heard of him, George Loco. Anyway, I had to leave everything behind. Including my school, my friends, my team, and everything else that mattered to me. Then, I had to move to this new school with new people I don't even know. My first day of L.A High was better than I expected. That was the day I met the three L's.
The most important thing on your first day anywhere is how you dress. The way you dress express who you are and what you do. In this school, I don't have to worry much about all of that, we have to wear uniforms. But, I wasn't going to look boring; I threw on a white t-shirt under the pink coat and a white sneaker. Then I curled my straight blond hair and I found some cute pink earrings. Just so you know, I'm not a big fan of pink; the uniform was from school and the earrings are my moms. Later, mom made sausage and eggs, and then it was off to school.
I thought L.A High was going to be a breeze, and I was right. In English we were reading Hamlet, which I've read twelve times and think Hamlet was kind of stupid for not killing his uncle every time he had a chance in the beginning. In Math we're just going over things for midterms, Pre- Calculus isn't that hard. And, in Social Studies we're learning about Hitler, my favorite villain of all times. So, everything we were doing was a piece of cake to me.
Now, it was lunch time and I have to admit, they have better things than my old school had. I bought a hamburger and a milkshake. I was walking towards an empty table I had just spotted when someone stepped in front of me and my milkshake spilled all over her.
"Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you and, I'm sorry." This girl looked really pissed off at me. It wasn't my fault. I was sorry. "You're sorry? You did this on purpose, you witch!" Dramatic much? And who does she think she is, calling me a witch? "Well, it's not my fault. You should watch where you're going also." This girl better get an attitude check. "Excuse me! But do you know who I am? You just ruined my perfect gray skinny jeans that YMS made just for me!" ugh, I haven't known this chick for long, but she's starting to get on my nerves. "Hey, I don't know who you are, but I do know that YMS did not make those jeans because they always make little rip spots on both legs, not just the right leg. I'm guessing you got those at the flea market or out of a garbage can." Right when I was done, I could literally hear a pin drop, it was so quiet in the lunch room, and everyone was staring at us.
Another girl stepped up in front of me and said, "Do you know who this is? This is Lindsey Jonas. The Lindsey Jonas, the one and only Lindsey Jonas. I don't know where you come from or who you are, but you would never catch Lindsey Jonas at the flea market, or wearing fake brands."
"Girl, if you don't get out of my face you aren't going to have a face to show." I didn't really mean that, but she was a little too close. "I don't need your help Lauren; I can deal with this myself. And I don't know who you are, or if you even go to this school, but this is my territory and I'm not going to let any trash come and diss me or my friends. So if you know what's good for you, you better pack up and go back where you came from." Lindsey flipped her hair and turned around, leaving me standing there with Lauren. "You heard her. Leave." Lauren imitated Lindsey and walked away.
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