LOGINWelcome, to the life of an American teenage blond-ish heiress___Well that's me. I am attractive, beautiful, and well-shaped in all mouths could describe. I guess that's God's only gift to me except for brains. Life is filled with ups and downs but my ups and downs only have to do with boys...[Yeah, boys?. ]They don't seem to not want to be with the hottest, most attractive, or popular girl which I definitely am__intended to continue being, loved and enjoyed being until I was forced to move from London (my mischief abode) which we have lived for several years, more than any other countries we've lived in before. But that doesn't mean I don't keep up with these irregular styles...well, it made it quite a lot easier to ditch them easily. I have been with many different kinds of boys__Cool for starters. Wimpy--pity?, Assholes... Even Older dudes... But my type is bad boys, (Who doesn't like baddie? especially when you are one of em') which doesn't mean I keep em' as boyfriends or whatever... They are just [uhmm] fun mates?__[you know.] (ask how old I am? Eighteen? Nah m just Sixteen going on Seventeen should I say almost eighteen.. Oh).
View More"Hello beauty, may I?". The prick asked and sits on the couch beside me."He didn't even wait for our reply before sitting,'' I say to myself."HI". Clara smiled as she takes his hand for a hand check. "You look like..."Caleb, I'm Caleb... I don't look like anyone but the Caleb everybody knows". He snaps and withdraw his hand from Clara's 'and extends his hand to me, I look from his face to his extended hand searching for the fucking thing that swells this prick's head."The sit is taken". I say and slaps his hand away from my face."Sorry?". He asks as if I stutter over my words. I kept quiet and continued staring at the coffee cup. "Well... It's only gonna take a few seconds with what I have to say to you".I wanted to protest but Clara kicks my leg and I look at her bitting down the rude remark I wanted to
I stare closely at the empty coffee cup on the table that is now many instead of one, trying to demarcate the real cup from my imaginary ones.My eyes seemed to be seeing things double, I almost thought Mr. Cuba was two when he walked inside the classroom with his big goggles. I knew he intentionally called me up to his table when he used me as an example of how girls should dress to school.Some might be laughing at my big dress...but I don't give a damn for all I care. Maybe I look a little weird cos I've never worn this kind of dress for once in my life. But this isn't just any kind of dress, It was a present from Magritte on my 15th birthday.Magritte was like. "You're growing my angel, This dress marks your fifteenth years on earth, though it doesn't match perfectly now you will grow into the dress's fitting someday".Dressing this way was never my thing but Magritte used my we
Nobody wants to talk about last Saturday. The DMGIRLS never mentioned it which seemed to me like a normal life routine in this school. I've been bringing up the discussion occasionally with Christy who seems to keep repeating the word "I DANCED WITH STEPHEN " which is weird to me. She never said anything else both everybody that attended the party are just silenced on the matter. While Betty and her group carried on with their bitchy attitudes.Wanna know why I've been bringing up the discussion of last Saturday? It's because I want them to be scared, I want them to know that someone is watching them, I want them to stop what they are doing before it's too late, though it's too late I want to give them one chance for them to think through their mistakes and intend on amending them it seems like they would never do such."Lara, you awake?". Magritte asks as she quietly closes the door behind her and walks to
"Betty! Look who fucking decided to show up"! Patty yells at Clara as we walk inside the crowded room."Whoa, easy bitchy she's with me" I grin taking Clara's hand and walked past her to greet our host. Whoa, this room is so huge and the party's got a hinky taste.Clara lets go of my hand and head to get a drink for herself. "You came! have a glass of wine Betty smiled handing me the glass that looks exactly like what Clara described."Aww... So sweet of you... Thanks, I'm indeed impressed". I collected the glass from her and hurried to where Clara was sitting with a bunch of already wasted students but Betty grabbed my hands, which I fucking didn't like. Be cool. I tell myself."Hey... It isn't fair to give a drink and not be appreciated". She beams.Whoa, this is gonna be tougher than I expected " I did... I said thanks, didn't I? Or is ya mind blocked?" I bre