“Alex, wake up!!!!!” Hayleigh shakes me awake.
“Hmmmm?” I ask groggily. “What time is it?”
“6:30, now get up.” Hayleigh says from her closet as she picks something out of her closet and throws it to me. “You can wear this. Come on, slowcoach, hurry up.”
I, very reluctantly, get out of bed and try to adjust to the light. “I don’t remember it being so bright.”
“Well, cry yourself a river, build a bridge and get over it. Now run along and brush your teeth.”
“Ok.” I mumble and stalk out of the room and into the bathroom.
Once I brushed my teeth and got into the sweatshirt Hayleigh ever so kindly threw at me. We’re all having breakfast, and this time Abuela gives grace instead. After my horrifying attempt at a prayer that will surely give the one in Sister Act a run for its money, we all came to agree that for now, I am ‘not to give grace until the near future’ which I thank Christ for.
Once everyone’s finished everything, me, Alina and Hayleigh all shove ourselves in the back of a limo and the butler starts to drive us to school at 7:15am on the dot.
Although we end up reaching school at 7:50 instead because a) I realize I’m still wearing house slippers instead of shoes, b) Hayleigh thought she saw Will Smith crossing the road, c) Me and Hayleigh have a 7 minute argument about whether it was actually him or not. d) I was right, it wasn’t him. We found out when Hayleigh got out of the car because she wanted his autograph and 'Will Smith', who was just a really tall man going to the gym recognised her instead and finally e) there was a short traffic jam.
But we made it nonetheless.
The butler drops Alina off first. This is because Averill is split into 3 schools, Averill Low, for primary school, Averill Middle for years 7-9 and Averill High for any year above. Once she’s been dropped off me and Hayleigh step out of the car.
Hayleigh gets out of the car first and runs over to a group of nice, elegant, pretty girls and the group hugs them while I try to look like I don’t give a damn about the fact that everyone’s staring at me.
But that’s harder than it looks.
Because just a few meters away, blowing bubblegum in designer clothing with her very expensive looking handbag, in all her plastic, nonexistent glory is Colette Hugoston.
My worst enemy and my worst nightmare.
Hey guys. I'm so sorry but I only have CHAPTER 22 done even though today us supposed to be a double upload. So hopefully enjoy chapter 22. Also I may not be as consistent as I was for a few days because I'll be on a school trip to Madrid, but I'll try to write/post as often as I can!
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The Day Her Villaism Died
General FictionOne girl. 2 sides of the story Who knew the mayor's daughter could turn out to be evil? No one for sure. But what's even more surprising to Alex is when her twin sister Hayleigh, the hero, the good girl, the angel, asks her to come back home...she s...
