I woke up today, knowing that I was going to have a great start with this whole being myself thing. What I also developed when I woke up, was a piercing headache. Probably because I went to sleep at 3:00 in the morning. But it was worth it, so far building a relationship with Ace being my number one priority. So, I got in the shower, rubbing Dove soap all over me, because it had a nice sensitive freshness to it. Then, I picked out a strapless lavender-colored bra with matching underwear, to give me luck for my second attempt at being a hipster nerd. I straightened my hair and gave it a side part, trying to add to the hipster-chic look, and the purple in my hair was fading, so I gave it a little burgundy to balance it out. Then, I chose my outfit. I chose an army-green cargo coat with medium-length, a fuchsia striped flare skirt, black thigh-high socks, some chestnut-colored boots, and a white shirt that said "9+10=21". Next, I added some chunky silver necklaces, and silver studs. Lastly, I added a plum-colored beret, and sprayed myself with perfume from Paris Hilton. I left the make-up out, only adding scarlet-red lipstick. I saw myself in the mirror, smacked my lips, and grabbed a book to make myself seem more productive. I got my shoulder bag that matched my boots, and went into my Mercedes-Benz that was the color of a black stallion. I felt pretty good, and I knew that I was going to gain some kind of new attention, good or bad. When I pulled up to school, I adjusted my clothes as I climbed out. I started walking into school, not seductively, not geekily, but confident and airy. And I swear, I got more attention today than on my birthday, and that was saying a lot. I went to first period, already hearing people whisper about me. Ace spotted me before I saw him, and I saw his buddies gawking over my new look, while Ace just sat back and grinned like crazy, eating it all up. I knew he was proud, since I was his soon-to-be girlfriend. I finally put on tap shoes for the first time in my life, but these were the heel kind, naturally. "Are you scared for auditions?", Ace asked. "After everything that's happening, I understand that you might need some help." Wait one clueless minute! Auditions were today?! That can't be right, because on my calendar the auditions were set to be February 9. And today's date was....., February 9. How could I be so stupid? I didn't even rehearse or anything! Then, I remembered that I wasn't worried that I wasn't going to ace it, because I'm Chanel, and whatever Chanel wants, Chanel gets. But now that I'm a geek, I might not even be Regina George, which would be totally boochie, because Regina George is totes coolness. By the way, boochie is a term I use for describing anything that totally sucks. Most of the time, it comes in handy, and right now, it REALLY comes in handy. But stupidly, I replied, "No, I'll be flawlessly fine." "I'm sure you will.", he told me, winking in the process. Literally, my mind physically dissolved into Playdoh, and I couldn't even focus on dancing, or the rest of my classes. Before I knew it, the bell rung, and it was time to head to lunch. I wasn't nervous at all, and I knew I had pretty girl swag dripping from my entire body. I sauntered in with a type of cockiness that was unidentifiable, and I watched everyone move over at each table, moving over so much to the point of having friends getting up and leaving. What can I say? I have a habit of making people drool and do crazy things for me, unlike Ace, and that's why I love him, because he's the only person who doesn't worship me. He's different, but in a good way. Anyway, I couldn't pick just one table, so I sat at a random one, and then new people just started flocking there. I got so MANY compliments, and I gained so MANY new friends, that I couldn't keep up. I picked out a few keepers, like Josh, because he loved to talk fashion and hair. He has feminine ways, so that makes him even better. Lacey because she always has the best dirt on people, and, she has the cutest accent, kind of like a Valley Girl if you know what I mean. Finally, Zelina, because I think she's the funniest person on Earth, and she has a bubbly personality which fits her entirely. When the bell rang, I walked with the three of them to the smaller auditorium, because Mean Girls Auditions were being held there. We were all snickering as we took our seats, and I saw Ace mouthing to me to go sit by him. I mouthed back that I couldn't, because I had new friends. He gave me a thumbs-up, but I saw jealousy in his eyes as Josh put his arm around me. I'll tell Ace sooner or later that Josh is just a friend, nothing more, nothing less. Still, I got a fizzy feeling like soda in my stomach, because Ace cared about me. Coolness! The director, Mr. Act, handed us each an audition paper with each character's lines on it, in case we forgot. I decided to try out for both Regina and Cady, to see which one I was better at. I automatically knew that Ace was trying out for Aaron Samuels, because he was a great actor, and the role really fits him. Lacey was going for Karen, Zelina for Gretchen, and Josh for Damien. They were all going to get those roles, I'm sure of it. But I'm just not sure about me. Suddenly, it was time to audition. The audition song was fast and fun, so I nailed that. When it was time for the audition for dance, I already knew it so well that I passed with flying colors. For the acting piece, I went up, said my name, and who I was auditioning for. I did the monologue for Cady where she met Regina at lunch, and I did the monologue for Regina when she found out Cady didn't invite her to her party. Regina's monologue was so expressive, and involved lots of acting. Cady's monologue was so blah, and I couldn't really do anything with it. I felt pretty confident after my audition, and the results for the cast would be posted tomorrow at lunch. Gosh, I can't wait!
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Being a Queen Bee
Teen FictionChanel is perfect and irresistible in every way. Boys go so far as to stalk her, girls befriend her just to find out her beauty tips, and she practically owns the Academy of Performing Arts. But what does she want that she possibly can't get? Ace Ma...