Completely Perfect? -In Progress-

1. Jade's

Disclaimer: I absolutely adore the fact that I'm writing fan-fictions instead of scripts for Victorious.

This is cliché, I know.

The whole romantic and mushy"girl-fall-in-love-boy" thing; but does every tale always have to end with a happy conclusion?

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BEFORE

Jade's.

So, my first day at Hollywood Arts is definitely not off to a great start. Even the morning was screwed up. For starters, I spilled coffee on my faded black demi jeans, and have to change into a black skirt. Well, I threw in a pair of leggings too. Wouldn't want my new schoolmates to think I'm those easy type by wearing a short skirt on my first day. This wardrobe change caused me to barely make it out of the house on time before the bus came.

Which was another thing. The bus. Riding the bus really sucks. In case you're wondering, my dad took away my car keys as a form of punishment for getting kicked out of the very expensive and prestigious Manhattan Prep School. Which was ridiculous. I mean, how many seventeen years old do you know gets their car confiscated by their father just because they got expelled?

From what I've concluded, this is his wife's (my stepmother) idea to teach me a lesson, because she's always complaining that I'm a pain in the ass even though I hardly get in her way. Which makes no sense too, I mean, how was taking away my driving privilege teaching me a lesson? I already learned my lesson when I was kicked out of my old school. Alright, I wouldn't dwell on how she gets my dad to do her bidding, or gained all his attention using her romantic advances with her annoying yappy little dog.

Hopefully, I'd make an memorable impression on my first day, since the prospects at Hollywood Arts are not looking very promising so far. Okay, so the walk through the school was exciting enough. Seeing the wildly decorated lockers, to kids dancing at the central staircase. Overall, this school is not normal. Every kid here is like - crazy talented! I don't know how did my application even granted me in here either - not saying it shouldn't, of course. Nevertheless, I continued my journey to the guidance counselor's office, who's name was Lane, I suppose - okay, the name was imprinted in bold black ink on a silver plate on the wooden door, but maybe the room doesn't belong to him, who knows?

I'm sitting outside the guidance office, with my pearphone in hand, waiting to have a meeting with the guidance counselor so I can get my schedule and locker combination, and no one here looks even remotely like potential new friend material. Of course, it's not like I needed new friends anyway. Jade West doesn't need friends. So as I was saying, a girl sitting next to me has dark green highlights in her light brown hair and three piercings in her left ear. Which was fine, mainly because I'm not those discriminating type. I can be friends with people who have piercings, since I'm thinking of getting my face pierced myself.

The girl's bag, however, is the real problem here. I have nothing against camouflage print, even though it's not my style, but what isn't alright was the two small patches that was sewn on the front of her bag. One says Skirt + Leggings = Eww Much! and the other one: Think Pink, Black Sucks. I may not be prejudiced, but this girl definitely is.

Sigh. Anyway, I was totally against the idea of toning down my attitude and appearance to gain entry to this school; even though my attitude was what got me kicked out of my old school in the first place, but since this is my last chance at being a writer, actress or director; I just have to deal with it. But, seeing how not normal the other kids seem here, I'd seriously consider building up a reputation by letting my attitude and appearance go wild instead of bottling it all up insid-