The Eighties Are Back

School

Chapter Four,

School,

Bolivia and I moved here to California at the begging of the school year, so yes the second day we've lived here we have school.

"Good morning Christann, good morning Bolivia."

My father was excited to start his job today and well, Bolivia and I weren't ready to start doing work again.

"Hey dad." I slummed down in the chair and laid my face on the table.

"What's wrong, didn't get any sleep last night?"

"No, I did, I just don't want to do anymore school work."

"Preach." Bolivia lifted her hand up in the air smacking her face in her cereal."

"Okay maybe she didn't get sleep but I did."

"Yeah, hold that thought sweety."

As my dad was taking care of Bolivia I thought maybe I'll meet some cute new guys and make lots of new friends.

I started putting my stuff in to my pouch grabbing my coat I ran off to walk to school. The rout was really simple considering the short cut me and Bolivia planned out; in no time flat well be at the school.

As we turned the corner we both saw the school, packed with Jocks, Queen B's,Geeks,Goth and many more kids. This was like the high-school of high-schools; the biggest of the big, the coolest of the cool and I was a student here.

I didn't want to come of geeky, all I've ever wanted to be was a sexy and popular 'Plastic'. I threw my fashionable eighties triangle shaped shades and strutted towards the front door making quite the entrance.

Hot boys were staring, geeks were wishing they were me and 'Plastics' were wanting me. This is the life.

First period came and I was heading to Social Studies, the classroom where you can do anything and the teacher won't know.

As I received the paper I glimpsed at it and my eyes wondered off the next second. They so happened to land on the cutest guy ever, Gary Vli.

I've herd so many stories from the girls that talked to me in the halls. If I want him I'll have to be something new.