Heels And Converses: Stop The Presses!

Two. Whole. Hours.

So sorry that I didn't update for so long.
~Lexi
Stefanie Scott (in picture) is Chelsea Rose
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Two hours suffering in detention. Gaaahhh!!! Why oh why the torture? My conclusion is that teachers can't stand being teased. Hey bitch, if you tease people when you are younger, why can't we now? It's like when you are younger you can eat candy, now you can't. Ughh... Note that parents too. They are so... naggy... do this, do that, bla bla bla.

The thing is that in detention you can't do anything absolute nothing. You can't talk, not even sleeping. Like what? The only thing you can do is homework, revision, read a book or draw or write. But that is for nerds. Tell me, have you ever seen a nerd in detention? No. Why? Because they are goody goody two shoes. Bla bla bla.

Can't do anything... I pulled my hair.
I observed the people around me and looked at their outfits. Ew, no, bleargh. People! Where did your fashion sense go?

I love fashion but the real fashion queen in the school is Queen Chelsea Rose. We were forced to call her Queen. Princess Katie Sanders and Duchess Victoria Allen are also in her clique. Yes. Forced to call them that. My friend, Etoile Miller, and I hate them. Mostly everyone wants to be the fashion queen. I would but course I won't be.

KRIINGG!!! Look the bell rung which means... WOOHOO!!! Time to go home!!! I said goodbye to the janitor. I know. The detention master is the janitor. Weird. Yeah, at Westbrook School, everything is weird.

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"Mom!! I'm home! What's for lunch?" I asked rubbing my hand against my stomach. I threw, like literarly threw my bag on the floor and sat on one of the bar chairs.

Mom emerged from behind the counter.
"Why were you late?"

"Um... detention? Didn't you know?"

"No. Now tell me why you were in detention young lady?"

"Insulted Mr. F."

She laughed. "I would too." She said, shaking her head and walking away.

Well that was weird. Wait! Lunch!
"Mom!!! What about lunch?" I craned my neck behind the column.

"In the pot." She shouted back.
I got out of my chair and dashed towards the pot. No. Not asparagus soup!!! Nooooo!!! I fell down dramatically. I hit my knee on the floor. Ow. That hurt. I should'nt have done that. DO NOT DO THAT! It really hurts. Ow...

I decided to forget about the asparagus and went to my room. And yes, I remembered to get my bag. I jumped on my soft bed and landed like a feather. Ahh.. Nothing beats my bed. Ick. I'm sticky. Gotta go shower.
I grabbed my sweet scented towel and a set of clean clothes. For home use. And went into the shower.

I'm not that poor, not that rich. Just perfect.

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Stepping out of the shower like you have a new haircut. The scent, the freshness. Don't you feel like after you shower you want to just roll on the bed and sleep. That's what I exactly what I want to do. A hot shower does the trick. OMG. I am so sorry. I did not tell you the weather here. Well it's late Autumn going to be Winter soon!!! Whoop whoop.

"Cass!" My little sister, Trina called me into her room. She wants me to sew something for her Barbie dolls collection.
"Yes, Rina?..."
"Cass, can you make you some clothes for Alena?" She's going horse riding. Please?" She pleaded. She and her dolls. But hey, I'm kinda glad that I have something to do. Other than lazing around. But lazing is fun.
"Meh, sure." I told her boredly

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Sewing takes practice. Poked my fingers many times when sewing. I randomly sketched a horse riding outfit. Hmm... too plain, too design-y, too flowery, nice but not for dolls. I threw them in the bin.

Then out of the blue, I drew an Autumn outfit. I stared at it for a long time. My lips curved to a smile. That means I have a brilliant idea. Putting that piece of paper at one side of the table, I continued with finding a suitable outfit for Alena. Then I got it. I measured Alena's height and bla bla bla. I took the cloths from my sewing closet and set it on the table. And began sewing passionately.

~Time lapse to 2 hours later~

"All ready." I whispered. "Tina!!! It's ready!" She dashed into my room. "Beautiful," she whispered too, "Thanks Cass!" She whispered-shouted back.
"No problem. Why are we whispering?" I whispered back.
"I don't know." She whispered. And with that, she ran out of my room.

I strolled back to my table and picked the piece of paper and looked at it. I walked to my cloth cupboard. Getting the materials, I got my favourite sewing kit and got to work. While singing my favourite song.

"Pink, Black and White. The colours I need for tonight. HEY! That rhymes! I'm not boasting but I am a pretty good rhymer. I think." I praised myself as I kept on pricking my own fingers.

"Um Cass, you do know I can hear you. And you are not a good rhymer and punner." Devo, my annoying little brother poked his head through the door.

"Well guess who's not getting their Christmas present!?" With a gruff harrumph, Devo walked away silently. Like the silent knight. Wow. He is telling the truth. I am bad at puns. Not to mention that I am punny. You little prick. Gettit? Oh who am I kidding. I gotta stop this. I should sew my mouth. GOD! STAPH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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OMG. I hope that is enough. AND DO YOU KNOW ABOUT PG 250????!!!! I'M CRYING. SORRY I HAD TO MENTION THIS...XCUSE ME WHILE I GO AND CRY.

Lexi