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"Did you know that putting egg shells on your boobs could actually make them grow?" Asked Lawla, munching away mindlessly on the muesli and yogurt I had set out for breakfast.
"...uh? No? Though you should know that I highly doubt I'll be trying that piece of advice anytime soon." I answered.
My friend stared back at me with her big blue eyes and her blonde pixie bob framing her small face. She honestly reminds me of Bubbles from my favorite childhood television animation program, The Powerpuff Girls.
"Not you, silly! I tried it out myself for the past few weeks and I'm convinced that they grew at least one cup size! Double B's, here I come!" She explained, excitedly cupping her tiny breasts over her black school shirt.
I gave her a questioning look before walking over to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water.
Lawla grabbed her Guess satchel and made her way to the front door. She turned to look at me.
"I really hope Claire gets her shit straight." She declared, waving her index finger in the air like it's some kind of weapon.
I sighed at the thought.
"Me too, but it was her own choice and we should just respect that." I calmly explained.
Grabbing my car keys, iPhone, and my Louis Vuitton sling bag, I made my way to the door.
Walking through the apartment's marble floored lobby, hearing the endless greetings from residents and staff alike always makes me remember the kind of life I live.
"Miss Black, pleasant day today, isn't it?" Greeted Mr Thompson, the doorman.
"Good morning. Yes, yes it is. Hope you do enjoy it!"
I responded, flashing him my million dollar smile that billions of people, worldwide, have seen on billboard's, magazine covers and on fashion runways.
With a simple press of a button, the alarm went off and the car doors opened. Lawla got in by the passenger side and immediately started to apply some lipgloss on her small but plump lips.
Surprisingly, no paparazzi have interrogated me... Yet.
Pulling up my black Mercedes into the school's parking lot, we hopped out and stopped to take in a final breather before we get loaded with homework and assignments.
"Rather frightening, isn't it? The stark white walls make it look like prison." Exclaimed Lawla.
I understood what she meant. Though, there was only one reason why I looked forward to attending school...
"It's alright, I guess. On the bright side, it's our last and final year. Let's make the most out of it!"
Lawla bought my confidence, and made her way up the beautiful stairs.
Pressing down my skirt, I glanced up into the glass door, soaking up my appearance. My long raven black hair cascaded down over my shoulders, framing my tanned face. My black school shirt sat tighter with the two top buttons open and sleeves rolled. My midnight blue school skirt sat even tighter around my butt and waist and only stopped by my mid thigh. I always paired my school clothes with my favorite four inch black Louis Vuitton stilettos.
"You look fine! Let's get a move on!" Said Lawla, tugging the life out of my dearest arm, pulling me into the school foyer.
Making our way to the information desk to get our assigned class rosters for the term, my eyes connected with the black ones of whom belonged to a gorgeous teacher. He was sitting confidently behind the information desk and broke eye contact to, presumably, start looking for Lawla and my class schedules.
"Good morning Miss Price and Miss Black." He kindly greeted.
"Morning Mr Alveiro." Greeted Lawla, confidently.
I eyed his gorgeous features. His jet black hair neatly styled, pale skin, dark smoldering eyes with long, thick eyelashes perfectly framing them and plump pink lips.
Holy fuckamoly. Is it even legal for anyone to be that hot?
I was awoken back to reality by the hard slap I received from Lawla.
Mr Alveiro cleared his throat and repeated himself.
"Congratulations, Miss Black. You're in all the advanced classes, once again. I see that I will be having you in my biology class again this year. I'm glad." He congratulated me, showing a twinkle of pride in his eyes.
"Thank you very much, I look forward to it."
I took the roster from him and waved goodbye.
Waking silently towards our lockers, Lawla looked at me knowingly.
"Sooooooo... Care to explain what happened back there?" She asked.
"Nothing." I answered quickly, trying to avoid this topic like the plague.
"Nothing my ass, Black!"
Rolling my eyes, the warning bell rang, indicating that we should start getting to our classes to avoid being late.
Closing my locker, I quickly hugged Lawla and turned to walk away.
"You better tell me everything later! See you in the cafeteria, Rochelle!"
Walking towards class, I slowly began feeling the agony.
Let the nightmare begin.
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Vampire"Rochelle, it's by time you knew your fate. Your real one." Teen supermodel, Rochelle Black, had the same old life. Partying, hot male models, sex and repeat was what her loyal fans thought of her life. What they don't know is that it all comes cras...
