My Frizzy Hair

[Medusa72]

This is just a silly fantasy story that I'm making up as I go along.
All comments/critisizm appretiated!

[Medusa72]

One

I smack my lips, willing myself to wake up. Looking over at the clock I see that it's eight o'clock. I roll over in my bed and look at the calender on the opposite wall.
Oh crap! I think as I rush out of bed. How could I be so stupid! Today was school pictures. Everybody was expecting me to be the top student, as usual.
Top grades, top clothes, top friends, top popularity. I can get so sick of it. But I didn't choose to be popular, people just like me, so I went with it. Now being the best is like my top priority. There's that word again, top.
I pulled on my designer jeans that I got for Christmas. I grabbed my t-shirt slipped on some converse and applyed some eye shadow and masscara. I pulled my jean patchwork school bag off of my desk chair and ran out the door.
The bus had gone and passed. School was about two miles away, so I started walking briskily down the sidewalk. I heard a sports car slow down behind me as someone called, "Hey freshman!"
I turned around to see some highschool boys laughing at me in a convertable.
"Finally got your liscence Gar?" I said with a smirk. The boy driving frowned as his buddy's laughed at my joke.
"You want a ride or not?" he asked.
I hesitated, my mother wouldn't be too happy if I got a ride with some highschool boy's. On the other hand I might be late if I didn't accept his offer. With a shrug I walked over to the passenger side- which a boy was moving out of- and hopped over the door .
"Sweet ride," I say to Garatte.
"Yeah, yeah," he say's as he zooms off towards the highschool.
The boys in the backseat try to play with my hair but I glare feircly at them and they stop.
"Aw crap!" I say slamming my hands down onto my lap.
"What?" All the boys ask at the same time.
"I forgot lunch money!" I slap my forhead.
"Calm down," Garatte says to me as we pull up in the parking lot, "I've got extra."
"Thanks," I say gratefully to him.
Believe it or not, Garatte was one of my best friends, has been since I moved to this town. I met him when I was ten years old, he was twelve. He said to me, "Hey twirp! You the new kid? Well even if you aren't, I'm gonna take you down!" He had challenged me to a race. Of course my pride got in the way and I accepted his challenge.
Guess who was faster? That's right. Me.
"You're pretty good!" he told me. Ever since then he's started to respect me, and we became friends.
I smiled at the people who were walking toward me, probably to offer to carry my books or something. Other people off to the side were murmuring of my appearance in a convertable with boys. It wasn't like me to assosiate with many boys. Others seemed to find it surprising I didn't have a boyfriend.
I just... wanted to find the right one.
"OM Reah! You are SO late!" My best friend said to me.
"Nice to see you to Cloe," say with a frown, "Have they started yet?"
"No," she replies, "But that still doesn't excuse you."
That's what I liked about Cloe, she wasn't all sweet and considerate to me. Instead she was honest.
"Do I look okay?" I ask her, inspecting my hair that was now frizzy from a car ride in a convertable.
"All except your hair, here I have a comb," Cloe hands me the brush.
"Tsk tsk, still poofy." I roll my eyes thinking it can't be too bad and walk into the school.

[Wolfie-Kat]

Wow!! You are so detailed!