For You - Chapter 1

"Stephanie! Are you gonna wake up yourself or should I make you?" I heard Paris shouting. Oh, in case you don't know, my name is Stephanie, and Paris is my step mother. To be frank, I call her Potty Paris cause she looks and smells like potty although the people in the place where she works as a model think she is ultra glamorous and pretty.

We live in quite a posh area of california, in a HUGE house which my friends envy DAMN badly. But after all, they don't know what I'm going through. TORTURE. Anyway, as soon as I heard Paris shouting and threatening me, I jumped outta bed, ran to my bathroom, took a shower, blah blah blah, put on my clothes and makeup, and drove to school in my red Lamborghini.

As I reached there, I saw Daniella, my BFF, and ran to her. "Hey sista!" I said to her winking and giving her a high five. "Oh, hey," she said. Boy, she sounded so pissed off! "What's up?" I asked her, concerned. "Nothing much," she replied, trying to sound vague. I noticed that her eyes were red, evidence that she had been crying. "Aw, come on!" Justin said as he walked by. "Shut the hell up, bitch." I said angrily. "He made me cry," Daniella whispered to me.