𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐃 [𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐱𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥]

01. First Day Gossips

The day started off with me getting late to school. Oh, please.... It happened only this one time, trust me-Well, excluding the earlier late attendances of mine in the previous months, but we can forget about those!

I nimbly walked toward the classroom, sweating and panting for breath, on reaching the doorway, and realizing that the teacher's already arrived in class. Shit.

"Ma-may I come in, Mrs. Grover " I managed, catching my breath and mustering up my sweetest tone.
The teacher gave me a knowing glare. She didn't even bother to ask the reason for my tardiness. That's a bonus-atleast I wouldn't have to lie, first thing in the morning.

Mrs. Grover's definitely got used to all my possible and plausible excuses by now. But still, if teachers, any day, wanted a reason, for my unpunctuality I have very believable ones prepared, at the tip of my tongue. Don't hate me- you'd find, that's the only downside of my character. Trust me and bear with me.

"Of course you may, Monica. There's no point not letting you enter anyway, since you're already here. " She drawled. Was that a pathetic attempt at sarcasm? I didn't put much mind behind it, determined to have a pleasant start on the first day of school after vacation. New session, old but happier me.

And so, I nodded politely, acknowledging the teacher, and rushed to my dear friends at the back of the classroom as they all gave me cheeky smiles, while the other students simply greeted me with a polite nod, and I too, kindly, returned the gesture.

Oh! how rude of me to not yet introduce myself. I am Monica Williams, from Lysvig. I am a sixteen- year old, eleventh grader from the prestigious and one-and-only Lady Queen High (est. 1856). From the previous events, well it might be pretty clear that I am-err a bit of a careless, clumsy and suck-up freak. And I wouldn't deny, because, yes, I am indeed all of that. A pretty abnormal combination, to be frank. I don't have a choice now do I? I am one of the fore runners of my class in the academic field. And I pretty much enjoy the attention and importance that people give me due to my academic excellence-who doesn't.

I'm also an only child. My Mum's British and my Dad's Irish. They are officially the most loving parents ever! I have my fair share of limitations, as well. Now, come on, we are all mere humans and it's natural that we are not perfect, right? No one is perfect. Similarly, I am, I fear to admit, but I won't refrain-a bit slow. Blame it on my dire craving for perfection, but things I take up or execute HAVE to be perfect, no matter what the time limit or the given criteria are. I want my jobs to be executed, flawlessly. Yeah, I know, it's dorky. Take today for instance, I couldn't bear the tiny crease on my uniform and ironed it for the millionth time until it was 'perfect'. It's sick, yes, but I'm just human. That's how I comfort myself for my tardiness. My friends say I have this condition called OCPD, and I wouldn't argue with them.

Now back to the present-I settled down in my seat beside my friend, Sienna. Lady Queen High is an all girls school, must I add. And while that might sound a bit stereotypical, but it's not at all bad. Atleast, to the girls in here. We all seem to absolutely love female company, and maybe a little too much at that, if I'm being honest.

My gang of friends, I'll proudly say, are the top tier students of our class, and adepts in their fields. To me, they are perfect and not even the Almighty could make me think otherwise. The four of us are very similar in our thoughts and mindsets, and we instantly clicked. Our commoncrazinesscan also be taken into account. Our parents are best friends, from their school days, and I've been knowing these girls literally from their cribs!

Take Sienna for example. She is my academic rival. Crazy right? But we are the closest friends, inseparable to be exact. Like Siamese twins, for clearer understanding. There's no jealousy or vengeance within us, if one of us gets better marks. This is a positive peer pressure, if one does fairly well, the other does better. We have a sweet competition. Sometimes, it's me, while other times it's her. We are among the marquee assets in the academic wing. And we revel in this supremacy- No, if you might be thinking, we aren't typically, nerds. Frankly speaking, studying is the last thing we'd want to do during weekends- Netflix or shopping, always sounds better. But the trick was, we were responsible, as students, hence the good grades.