by Host » Sat Feb 25, 2012 11:54 am
Serena walked through the halls of school confidently. She had just started going to Blossom High after her dad got a big raise and decided to move to this little town. This was the LAST place she wanted to be. Sure, the school was huge and up to date, but it meant she would have to make friends all over again.. She had perfect friends back in Texas, ones who shared her taste for designer clothes and hair styles. They had known everything about each other, who they liked, favorite lipgloss, EVERYTHING. But now, it was all gone like last Month's edition of Teen Magazine. And what was left of it? Nothing. Serena swung her locker open and placed all her books and other needed things in there. So far, she was for sure the most stylish person within the halls of Blossom High. She wore dark brown folded ankle boots, white skinny jeans, and an elegant blue blouse that brought out her eyes. Serena was pretty, with golden skin, wavy brunette hair, and of course, her radiant blue eyes. Back at her old school, she was the most popular and prettiest girl there, and Serena was determined to become that girl all over again at Blossom High. The bell rang, sending students flying to their classes. Unlike them, Serena casually walked down the hall, ignoring the shocked glances from people beside her. She wasn't going to start out as 'the shy girl', because that was the total OPPOSITE of what she really was. When she came to the correct home room, she stood there for a long moment, deciding what to do with herself. She pushed the door open and walked in there with ease, smiled charmingly at the teacher. She slid into an open seat beside a blonde. Not the prettiest girl for sure, but she had some high standards. Serena pulled out her favorite silver pen and settled into her seat, looking ahead at the snow white board. She could feel eyes looking over her, deciding what to think. 'They'd better get a good look now, because by next week they'll be scared of my glare.' She smiled faintly at the thought. The teacher seemed slightly suprised that Serena had come into the classroom without an Apoligy for being late, but said nothing. On the board, in tall, sloppy letters, it said, 'Welcome back 8th graders'. Serena knew a 1st grader whom had nicer hand writing than that old hag. For fashion's sake, the lady barely knew how to dress herself. She wore hideous black shoes that looked like cinderblocks, a faded skirt that was so ten years ago, and a navy blue sweater that would look better on a dog. As the teacher blabbered on about what they would be doing this semester, what the boundries were, and all this other boring stuff Serena didn't care to listen to, she rolled her pen between her fingers. She glanced at the blonde beside her. She seemed to be just as equally bored. "Is she always like this?" She hissed quietly. The blonde's head wipped to the side, revealing friendly chocolate eyes. "Sadly, yes." She said after a long moment. "I'm Chloe, by the way." She added. Serena bobbed her head, taking note of the name. It instantly reminded her of the Bratz dolls that she used to play with. "Serena." She replied smoothly, turning her pen carefully between her index fingers. "But you can call me Seri."
