Looks Can Fool

Looks Can Fool pt. 1

Looks Can Fool

Heey guys sorry it took so long to write. I've been very busy lately and the fact that I got caught in some bad misfortune at school well yeah know... Anyways I hope u like the first part. It's kinda boring I know. but it shows that my 'popular, gorgeous&perfect' character is actually not so perfect. She doesn't have a huge house, her mom is never around, she hates her dad & the only person she really and truly talks too is her older brother.

I'd also like to dedicate this to my friend Taylor, also know as 'tacotaylor18'! u might have heard or read her story "The Alpha and His Mate" She is currently writing "The Populars vs. The Unpopulars" Anyways, she it the one who told me to start writing stories on Wattpad :)

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Misha>>

Before I start writing, I'd just like you to know this isn't a story about a nerd wannabe or anything like that. Actually... I'm pretty popular already... Anyhoo, this is my life story. It may seem boring but I promise you it's not. And I know what your probably thinking, 'Why the hell is she writing this? She's popular and and beautiful!' Well yeah I may be those things but you know what they say, 'looks can fool..'

(this is where it begins..kinda)

Misha>>  

Finally summer is over! It's like a living hell at this house hold! Each day I still have to live here is like a nightmare. It's bad enough that I have four bothers I have to live with. James, my oldest brother, with his dark blue-black hair and amazing blue eyes, is leaving for college tomorrow. Ugh, the only person in this family of 7 who really understands me, is leaving home! God I wish I was already eighteen then I'll be able to leave this cramped house. Instead I'll be going to my second year in St. Boulvents High, home of the lions. Whooo. Fist Pump! Not!

"Shit! Where the hell did I put it!" I yelled in my empty messy room. I was looking for my uniform shirt. St. Boulvents might look ghetto with it's crumbling castle like structure and ivy covering every inch of the building. It looked like it could barley hold it's students. Anyways, it is actually a very uptight school and it is mandatory for each student who wishes to attend St.Boulvents, to wear uniforms.

"Damn it! I'm gonna be late for the first day!" I yelled. Still angry at not finding my shirt. After a quick look through over my messy room, I finally sought out my uniform shirt hanging on my chair at my desk.

"Damn I'm so freaking blind! I should really ask for those glasses or at least contacts." I muttered to myself no longer angry. I quickly checked my iPhone only to realize I had only five more minutes before my bus would come to the stop. I then quickly pulled on my maroon shirt with the little silver crest on the front, tucking it in my plaid skit not caring if I looked deranged. I grabbed my bag of the floor and dashed out of my room. While doing so, trying to comb my hair with my hands.

"Ah shit" I said now very annoyed. My hair got caught into a huge ugly knot and is now unbrushable. I rolled my eyes. What else could go wrong this morning?!

As I came down walking through the kitchen about to head to the front door, a big bulky man in his late forties stopped me from walking any further. 'What the hell does he want?' I rolled my eyes and tried to side step the old man.

"Not so fast. Where do you think your going?" His strict military voice demanded.

"Uh, to school. Duh.." I muttered under my breath. For an old guy my dad had pretty good hearing.

"Oh no you don't not until you eat your breakfast!!" He said still demanding. Now grabbing my arm and stirring me back towards the kitchen. 'What a stupid dumb ass' I thought miserably.

Here's the thing. My dad is an ex military officer. He's strict, smart and rude. He's semi alcoholic too. And I hate the damn bastard! I wasn't plaining on staying any longer in the house. For crying out loud I had a bus to catch! So as soon as I got into the kitchen, I grabbed a muffin and ran the other way and out the back door.

"Hey!" My dad yelled at my retreating back. As the doors was being slammed shut from my quick dash out the door I can hear my farther mutter,

"Stupid girl. She's gonna be one of those bums."

I sigh as I walk. I hate the old man as much as I hate spiders. They both have something in common. Their both ugly....

(to be continued)  

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not my best stuff..so yeah I'll write part 2 faster then the first. hope u can stick around long enough for it.. :)

-jessica605