Where We Stand

Colleen

Driving to school in my pure white 1 year old Jeep wrangler, I can't believe this school year is starting all over again. I mean, last year was effortlessly fantastic but only because of Jessicas way she practically gleamed while walking down the elegant halls of Lark Creek High. Being with her made me feel powerful in a way I could never do myself, she was the most idolized woman everyone wanted to be and replicate. Although she can be rude, or snobby, and sometimes manipulative to those who she viewed as "Lower than her." people still respected and adored her for who she projected herself as.

I know it sounds selfish saying this considering I live in an expensive house, I own a horse, a car, and some designer clothing and go to a wonderful private school. Deep down I can't help but realize that Jessica Bloomburg is always on top, she's got everything. Clear skin, full dark eyelashes, pearly white teeth with braces that only she could pull off and flat stomach and golden brown hair. But that's not necessarily all, she's got money. Her car gets updated about every year to the latest model, and her house is ginormous and glamorous, just like her. Meanwhile I have long dark brown curly hair constantly in knots, light olive brown skin genetically given from my beautiful mother. I have much too many freckles completely ruining my face's decency which I inherited from my latino mother and White American father, pure green eyes, which I actually don't mind. And Don't get me wrong, I am lucky to have the beauty similar to my moms and Aunties. But, it's not like Hers.

And You're probably wondering who "She" is, she's just the girl I've been rambling about the whole drive to my damn school, c'mon catch up.

Snapping out of my intrusive thoughts, I slowed down to turn into the school's packed parking lot, looking at all the newly polished vehicles parked car after car. I felt almost nauseous, Jess is the only thing making me belong. Just because I have large amounts of money too, I don't know how to be proud of it. Ugh stop thinking of Jessica Colleen, I try to tell my mind, ragging with thoughts of indecision. "Hey, watch it!" an angry voice practically radiating off annoyance screams at me from the left as i turn into the closest parking stall, turning to face the voice i see a tall brunette male with bright eyes shimmering its blueness back at my pure green ones. I'm stuck in the moment completely forgetting this guy was literally just freaking yelling at me. "Are you even acknowledging what you just did you dumb girl?", snapping back to this moment with a twitch i stutter well the confusion instantly sets on my face "what?, im sorry would you mind repeating yourself" being looked at by this guy was pretty much torture at its highest, yet also a blessing at the same time, i wonder if he's new. He sighs and turns with one quick movement of his back leg, walking away with his group of extremely just as attractive groups of friends. "Dang it." what the heck is wrong with me,

I open up the white door, gripping the handle fiercely out of utter confusion, slamming the door behind me. I curse under my breath. Walking out to the direction of the front of my jeep,

I look over and see, I've driven over the curb and hit the "teachers only parking sign", realization and embarrassment washes over me. Oh no I think to myself. This is going to be a great way to start off the year.

One week of detention, That's not too brutal. They must be taking it easy on us since it's only the first day of school. Trying to refocus, Glancing down at my phone time, I remember I need to meet Brea and Jess near the benches before the bell rings, damn it. I can still make it for the time we decided on if i run right? I guess that's the only option, I decide to run because the bell goes off in about 4 minutes and all I can see is a sea of heads across the freshly cut grass of the outdoor grounds. desperately trying to get to the other side not caring whether i trip a kid or two. I see brea! Or is that Brea? She's shorter than the rest and is looking everywhere except my direction,"BREA!?" I barely huffed out after all this running "BREA!" She still hasn't heard my calls and I'm only getting closer. Extremely close. As I hit the brakes a second too late I collided into her backside nearly knocking the nerdy looking books out of her hands.

After the awkward moments pass, and I sincerely and very obviously show my immense apology through begging, We quickly catch up on eachother and I ask her if she's heard from Jessica, Brea was cut off short answering me when a familiar car parks right in front of us and honks its horn. Brea and I both spin around swiftly. I see the deeply tanned, golden blonde mid length haired girl slowly but confidently step out of her white suv. She smiles at me. I know that smile

"Jessica?" we both say in unity.