Two sides

Chapter one| Introductions

I open the door to my walk-in wardrobe in my room and go through the set of clothes I own. Choosing dresses, which should be appropriate for high school rules- is difficult, not to mention when you are popular.

After ten minutes of deciding, I settled on my beige sweatshirt and denim jeans with beige knee length boots. Though I know I do not need makeup, I draw a thick line of eyeliner so that my beautiful light blue eyes come into light. I dab my face with cream, put on mascara and lip gloss then tie my blonde hair in a high ponytail.

After grabbing my messenger bag along with my dodge bag which has my workout outfit for after school cheerleading practice.

Yes, I am a cheerleader and also the captain of my squad.

I rush down the stairs calling out for my younger sister, Chelsea. We named her after Barbie's sister because when I was around seven I was obsessed with Barbies, that's why we named her Chelsea- obviously by my request.

We both have a room which is filled with Barbie stuff. Whenever a new item related to Barbie launches, we both sisters don't waste time to buy it.

And I am still obsessed with Barbie, all thanks to my dear sister.

I wish my mother good morning and take my usual seat at the dining table, I call out for our butler, so that he can serve me with my boring healthy breakfast- cornflakes with milk.

Then we hear fast moving footsteps on the wooden staircase, for which my mother shouts a warning to Chelsea for running, she apologises- which I know is useless because she will continue doing it. She sits down grinning at her favourite breakfast- pancakes, bagels and chocolate milkshake, I glare at her.

Cheerleading can also have some disadvantages like you need to stick with light food and salads, I groan internally and continue eating silently.

I hate cheerleading sometimes.

We both step out of the house when we see our new neighbors stepping out from their abode across the street.

Both of 'em are boys, one of them looks like, of my age whereas the other one of Chel's. Our family has not introduced ourselves to them, so we don't greet each other. I walk towards my black Jaguar F-Type V-6 convertible while Chel walks towards our Mercedes S-class.

As soon as I start the ignition my phone's ringtone starts playing from my car's speakers, "'Morning Criss!" I beam at my best friend, Criss- short for Cristine, while driving towards the exit of our neighbourhood.

'good morning Skyl! I can't wait to see the transfer! I heard the transfer is a hot boy,'she pauses for a moment when I am about to reply she gasps and shouts, 'I heard he is your new neighbor!'

I wince and say, "I know. But I don't know his name, if I knew- trust me- you would be the first person I will inform."

Criss and hot boys, go together, I mean she is someone who every boy would like to be with but for a fling whereas Criss is all about ogling hot boys and flings.

'You better! Babe I heard-'

An Audi zooms past me which makes me feel challenged, "Cris, I need to go I will meet you at the school." I cut her off and ended the call.