New girl ; J.G

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A/N If this story gets 1.00k I'll post a selfie.
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[Angelina]

Something everyone hates is moving schools right?

Well I had to move to a new Highschool this week and I'll tell you one thing I'm dreading it, I've heard that it's one of those highschools that have 'the jocks, queenbees and nerds' so it's really stereotypical.

I have a feeling this is going to be like mean girls.

Regina George, scary very scary.

Ok I'm going to stop rambling and get ready for school.

I stumble out of bed with my eyes closed I almost hit the floor as I roll out of bed.

"Ow," I moan when my shoulder bangs against the wall.

The struggle is real.

I hop into the shower turning the hot water on mixing it with the cold water I wash myself with the strawberry shower gel and of course shave my legs.

I look in the mirror and roll my eyes.

"Fuck it," I mumble.

I start to brush through my hair please note that it's wet and has knots through it.

I then tie it up into a high pony tail while admiring my blue tips.

I walk out of the bathroom to put moisturiser on my legs and arms I take in the scent of strawberry damn this smells good.

I walk into my closet and stand there for five minutes looking around.

Again the struggle is real.

I find a leather black skater skirt and slip it of over my black panties along with my black crop top only because my bra is black and no one needs to see that.

I walk downstairs to grab something to eat I ended up just drinking water.

I walk outside to get into my new orange Lamborghini.

"Ah," I inhale the smell of my new car.

I smile while driving to school.

🇨🇳

I walk straight to the office because you know I need my schedule or I wouldn't know where to go for whole day or maybe year.

I roll my eyes at my sarcastic thoughts.

"Hey," I say getting the middle aged woman's attention.

"May I help you?" She asks.

"Yeah, I need my schedule," I smile sweetly.

"Your full name and grade please," she fake smiles back.

"Angelina Renee Mendes," I say leaning on the counter.

The lady waits for it to print out while chewing on her gum loudly.

She hands the schedule over to me, I look down to see fake nails which make me want to cringe.

"Thanks," I cringe becoming less polite.

I walk out of the office to bump into a boy whom sends me a wink.

I roll my eyes flipping him off.