Being a Queen Bee

Chapter 5: Preparation for Becoming A Dork

I was currently having a seizure in my mind as I hesitantly walked up to my table on the stage. The glee frenzy was over, and it looked like no one really missed me all that much. Until I sat down in my polished hot-pink glittery chair. "Where were you?", Elina shrieked. I was possibly only gone for about, thirty minutes, but the way the clique was acting, it seemed like I was gone for all eternity. "Guys, why are you all freaking out like this? I mean, I wasn't even gone long.", I said. "We were afraid that you strayed away from being our rightful Queen B leader.", Jessica whined. Awwww, I have the sweetest friends, but all that was going to change in this one moment. "About that.....", I trailed off. "I can't hang out with you guys anymore." "WHAT?", everybody yelled. "What do you mean, you can't hang out with us anymore?!", Flora questioned. "YEAH!", everyone echoed. "It's just that, I've decided to fly solo, and be my own person. I think that it would probably benefit you, to be a leader, and not a follower. I have to find myself. We are in 12th grade, and we're not little anymore. I just have to do this, so from now on, I won't speak to you for a month. And as your Queen B, I say to follow my directions, and try to find your true selves, okay?", I replied hoarsely. At the table, everyone was staring at me like, who are you, and what have you done with Chanel? "I'm sorry.", I replied tearily, and then I turned around and walked off the stage without another word. I got out of school, saying that I wasn't feeling well and should go home. As soon as I got to my ginormous gold-columned castle, I took the stairs three at a time and flopped onto my king-sized bed, where I kicked off my boots and jacket, and laid down under my covers, where I cried myself to sleep. When I finally woke up, it was morning, and the sunny daylight did NOT match my grumpy mood. I was asleep for, like, forever, because it was 12 in the afternoon, and it was a Saturday. When I got up and looked in the mirror, I got a pot load full of tear-stained eyes, broken hearts, and shattered dreams. I literally felt like I had no life, and that the world was going to end. "Uggghh.", I moaned as I carefully climbed into the shower, the hot water making it's way around my body. I was thinking where I was going to go to find more "nerdy like" clothes, since my closet was FAR too sophisticated to dress like an ESE student. Los Angeles had plenty of stores with weird nerdy names, so I would just start there. I got out, lathered myself with cocoa butter lotion, and decided what to wear to go shopping. Ace only said to be a dork at school, not in public, so I was in the clear. First things first, I put on a lacy hot-pink strapless bra combo, just to be organized. Then, I decided to dress myself in a hot-pink and white striped skirt with a matching blazer, paired with a black simple crop top, white thigh-high socks, and my black 2-inch Mary Janes. I figured that if I started acting like a dork, I'd have to dress like one too. Back in 7th grade, if you looked up the definition of nerd in the dictionary, or on Google, you would most likely see my picture. I had the nerdy big glasses which covered up the majority of my face, this retainer that made me slur my words, and REALLY bad skin which made me appear darker than I really was. I didn't really have friends, unless you count teachers, lunch ladies, and the principal as friends, which you probably don't. Let's just say, I was something difficult to look at. But as soon as I got to high school, puberty hit me like a bus. My teeth were straight, my vision was perfect, and I actually got some straight-forward fashion advice. I gained new friends in no time, transforming them from social nobodys to glamour and glitter actual somebodys. Then, I began a clique named Mess-You-Up, and we became wildly popular and part of the in-crowd. So, in reality, I started from the bottom, and now I'm here at the top, and just thinking about going back to being a bottom was a depressing thought, so I shook it out of my head. I grabbed my Betsey Johnson purse, because Michael Kor's purses are SO tacky, and bounded down the stairs in a half-run, dodging a LOT of store-bought roses, and hopped into my convertible. I drove to this place called Spencer's, where as I click-clacked my way in, I already felt like allergies were coming on. I opened the door, and I found a place where it was musty, obviously had never heard of the word sunlight, and was the most eccentric place I had ever seen! First, it had TONS of socks, all different styles and colors, and I knew immediately that Waldo the Sock Collector would have a blast! Second, it was filled to the brim with plaid skirts, neon-colored beanies, and all nerd glasses imaginable! God, this was a total fashion disaster! Why did they build this trashy store in the first place?! But, as I started to explore and progress what was going on around me, I found that the type of clothing they had, wasn't actually that bad. I mean, the clothes on the mannequins were totes fetch. The make-up was to die for, and even though Ace said no make-up, I felt like make-up would be a BIG part of the whole dork look he wanted me to take part in. Like seriously, LOOK at these lipsticks and eyeshadows! They were so cool! So I figured that he wouldn't mind too much. In all, I purchased six awesome beanies, twelve skirts with adorable tendencies, eighteen pairs of everyday wear socks that were style-savvy, twenty-four fun shirts, and thirty cases of fashion-forward crazy makeup varieties of all kinds. After I got out of the store, I was ready to take on a whole new attitude! In the store Eccentricities, I bought four spray cans full of hair-dye, and in Nerd-Chic, I bought ten different pairs of non-prescription nerd glasses. To top it all off, I got five pairs of regular Vans and Galaxy Vans. My black American Express card was maxed out, but it was all worth it. When I got home, I lugged all my bags in my huge walk-in closet with maximum effort, and changed into my "I Love Fashion" pajamas. I shot myself onto my bed, satisfied with my purchases during my fantastic shopping spree. And with my satisfaction, I was suddenly ecstatic and couldn't wait for Monday morning to roll around.