Seven troubled students. One invite to a party that can change their lives forever.
Giselle. The golden girl.
Blake. The bad-boy.
Bobby. Friendliest person you will ever meet.
Crystal. The girl with the tough exterior.
Melody. Typical bitch.
Carlos...
No. I am not getting up. I refuse to. Wait. MY SCIENCE TEST!!!
"AHH!!," I screamed while quite literally faceplanting the floor. Great! Now I am making out with the dirty floor.
I got off the floor and rubbed my face. I turned around to look at my bed and started to wish I could crawl back in and sleep until noon. I sighed and headed towards my bathroom. I opened my bathroom door and started to brush my teeth. I decided not to take a shower today considering I took one yesterday. I did my skin care, and came down to the conclusion to only wear mascara today. I'm too lazy to do my make-up. I braided my hair into two loose French braids as well, I am not dealing with hair in my face today.
I headed back to my room and walked into my big closet. Fiiinee, I guess I will dress at least decently since I wouldn't do my make-up fully. Might as well look not totally dead today. I decided to throw on a green plaid pleaded skirt, with a white tank top. I decided to also add a nude colored jacket because it might end up getting chilly. (Giselle's outfit below)
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I looked in the mirror on the wall of my room and just stood there. God, my legs look so big and fat in this skirt. I should probably change. I don't want Mark to see me looking like th-
"Giselle, hurry up your going to be late for school!!!," my mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"Shit! No time to change..," I mumbled to myself. At school I was known as the prettiest girl to ever walk the hallways of Redmoon high. I also had killer grades, and many friends. I wasn't your typical bitch cheerleader popular girl though. I was actually really shy talking to new people. Everyone thinks my life is "perfect." It's anything but that. I have insecurities just like everyone else. Sometimes I lock myself in the bathroom and debate whether I really am worth being alive. I have to live up to this "perfect reputation." It's so physically and mentally draining. But, no one can know that...and I intend to keep it that way. Nobody can know how I really feel.
I look in the mirror one more time plastering my perfect fake smile and head downstairs. I see my mom left me a piece of toast and eggs. I decide not to eat any though and secretly throw it away.
You're perfect.
Perfect people are skinny.
You're perfect.
I smile to my mom and wave goodbye to her, and she waves back mumbling a goodbye. Someone's not in the brightest mood. I walk down the steps at the front of my house and hop in my red Jeep wrangler. I start heading to school and putting my playlist on shuffle.
I pull into the schools parking lot and walk up to the front doors. Well that is until someone rudely jumped right in front of me.
"Hey bitch!!," my best friend Carlos basically screamed the whole school could practically hear him.
