The First Show

Monday

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Alannahs P.O.V.
That morning, I though that it was just another week of school, work, and friends. I turned out, to be completely wrong.

"Wake up wake up wake up!!!!!!!!" Screams my little sister, Dani.
"Who told you to wake me up? Get OUT!!!!!!!" I screamed.
"Ok, ok. Jeez." She replied as she stalked out of my room.

Once I'm dressed in a white Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt, denim cut offs with army patches on the back, white converse hightops that I wrote lyrics all over on, and my RHCP sweatshirt under my leather jacket, I throw my blue hair ( yes I know, " blue hair?" I dyed it in 10th grade.) into a messy pony, I quickly eat my breakfast while thinking, what adventures are in store for this week? Oh wait, I'm not in a movie. Yet, I didn't know that the most amazing thing was going to happen to me this week.
I'm brushing my teeth when my mother calls to me, "Hurry up!! Diya and Angela are waiting!!" I always pick up my friends in my cherry red Lamborghini ( I've kinda been saving up since I was in 1st grade) then go pick up my other friend Minna. I'm in 12th grade, and dreaming of being the worlds greatest rock singer/guitarist. I run downstairs and grab my black back pack and guitar case while yelling, "By mom!! By dad!! By Dani!!" And close the door.
I pull up beside Diya and Angela's house (they're twin sisters.) and honk the horn. Diya dyed her hair pink in 10th grade, and Angela dyed hers purple. Everyone in school knew us as the rocker chicks. We all liked rock music - rhcp, Nirvana, led Zeppelin, etc. - and dressed like rockers. We even had our own band, called Make Sure They Remember You (hunger games quote!). As they walk to the car, I make sure that they are wearing their leather jackets which is sorta our symbol.
"Hop in," I say and they jump over the doors - it's a convertible - into the passenger and back seat.
"Yo" I say
"Hey" answers Diya and Angela together.
"So," I announce, "today the artist for the car is Nirvana!!" And blast Smells Like Teen Sprit.

We were five minutes from the school just as heart shaped box came on. "Perfect timing!!" Exclaimed Angela. "I know right!!" Replied Diya and I just smiled as I cruised the streets of Beverly Hills. I passed Minnas place and slammed the brakes. "I love doing that!" I exclaimed as Angela and Diya scowl at me. I don't even need to honk and minna comes out.
" I can hear you from a mile away!!" She yells from her stoop. She always says that. 

"Hey" I say and she jumps in the car.

We walk into Beverly Hills high school in our usual order. Me and Diya in the middle, minna on the other side of Diya, and Angela on the other side of me. It looked really cool, all of us wearing our leather jackets, converse, and our very colorful hair (Minnas was black). Every year before school starts, we request all of our lockers to be next to each other, and it always works. I know what your thinking, they're probably the type of kids that fail every quarter, but that is way off. Every quarter since 6th grade we have been in the honor roll, have all honors and AP classes, and love joining after school activities. We all take 3 sports. Archery, horseback riding, and snowboarding. So, as we walk to our lockers, we talk about the latest music, awesome instruments, and cool beats. We open our lockers and grab our stuff for first period.
Me and Diya have first period - science - together, fifth period - math - together, and ninth period - social studies - together. Me and minna have second - ELA - together, and fourth - home ec - together. Me and Angela have third - phys ed - together, and sixth - band - together. All the rest (seventh, eighth, tenth, and eleventh) we have together. So, as we near me and Diya's class room, we say our goodbyes and split up. "Ok everyone, happy Monday!!" our science teacher, Ms. Cali says and everyone groans. "Open your books, we will be takin ALOT of notes today." she announced and we all do as told.