Sophomore Year Struggles

Wednesday 8th November

Wednesday, 7am, Mel's Kitchen

Sorry for waking you up so early party people, but I have a serious fashion catastrophe. No but seriously I don't have a breeze what to wear I wanna be looking smoking hot for Tim but classy and sassy for Noel- the struggles. I was thinking maybe the famous Liz Lilton outfit switcharoo. My record time is 7 seconds for changing outfits and I was slowed down that time because my skinny jeans were just a tad too skinny for my figure that has started getting curvy since freshman year. Don't worry I'm getting curvy in all the right places my body is still as hot as J-Lo or Beyonce, I think. Pardon me for comparing myself to the queens though. Praise be to Queen Bey. So any-who I need your advice how about my low-cut rhinestone studded jeans with this really cute cropped top from Forever 21, to show off my totally cute bellybutton piercing and my new and improved toned stomach- which is all thanks to those long dreaded hours of Zumba, for Tim. For Noel I'll have to go with my tight black pencil skirt which shows off my greatest asset- my long legs and a cute white top and most likely my very smart and sophisticated blazer. Now for the shoes. MY SHOES ARE AT HOME. The struggle of having parents who bicker a lot means me constantly getting in my BMW and driving straight over to my 18 year old cousin Mel's house. I'm not legally allowed to drive yet but drastic times call for drastic measures. By the way the reason I'm not allowed to drive is because I skipped sixth grade so I'm a year younger than everyone in my year, no ones knows this though- secret smarts (it's all for the social ladder you see). Mel is totally cool with me staying over though I just sleep in her totally glam condo and we're like best friends so it's like a slumber party. Oh wait I'll just borrow Mel's shoes!- she's a fashion columnist in the famous magazine "90210's 411" so she knows her style. I'll be back in a jiffy loved one, I'm just getting dolled up for my two lovelies.

Still Wednesday, 7.45, My Baby (My BMW)

So I'm in my car looking super hot and I have everything totally arranged, I'm meeting up with Noel at 8 and Tim at 8.15. I had gotten advice from Mel over an omelette and protein shakes this morning after I left you and I even got shoes! For Noel I'm wearing a red pair of Louis Vuitton's finest and for Tim I'm wearing these totally adorable white wedges with a hint of rhinestones to match my jeans. But of course, my car breaks down, in the middle of nowhere may I add. I call Kay but she's already at school and is doing morning study and can't leave. I can't even call Madi because she dropped her phone down her goldfish, Cookie's tank last week when she was feeding it and Soph can't because she's with James Somers, of course she's with a boy- classic Soph and I bet.. Wait hold up, JAMES SOMERS?? What is she doing with that absolute tool? I ring again but her phone goes straight to voicemail, I will never look at Soph the same way again if they exchanged saliva- the thought honestly sickens me. I then realize that I can't ask Mel to give me a lift because she's jetting off to New York for a day because she needs some shopping therapy- I should have gone with her, damn Tim Heatherfields for luring me into meeting him with his unnatural beauty! This broken down car is fate! I then have to ring the last person I want to ring knowing nothing but disappointment would be heard from the other line- this disappointment is Alan, my Father's voice. "Hello? Who's this?" he asks and I can almost smell his morning breath of mint and tobacco. "It's your daughter, Liz- do you still not have me in your contacts like really Dad?" I sigh into the phone. "Oh hey honey yea I'll get Stella on that as soon as I can- what's up?" he replies. (Stella is my Dad's perky assistant) I roll my eyes at the comment about Stella, "Don't bother and my car broke down on the way to school, can you come pick me up and drop me there?". "Okay I'll be there soon don't move because I'm tracking your location with that GPS buddy system, be there soon- I won't be long" he says while yawning. "See ya, Dad" I reply before hanging up. I'm not one bit excited for his lecture when he arrives, like so what I knew my car tire was a bit flat- you're the richest man in Beverly Hills I think you can at least afford an extra car tire for your daughter. Oh I see his car now, the slick, black Lamborghini cruising up the road- I better put you away. I'll catch up with you soon loved one.