This Time I'll Win

Living The Dream

I've got the looks, popularity, power..what more can I ask for? My name's Simone Karowski - and I go to Primrose Private School. Yeah, you heard me right; only rich people go to that school. And guess what! Even richer people get to be popular at that school. I'm rich. Yes, you heard me right. I've got quite an amazing house. My own Ferrari, what more? I'm spoiled, and I'm certain for that. Me, Paris and Sadie pretty much rule this school. Our looks, charm, riches. We're the trend-setters.

We all bully nerds who focus on studying than partying. It's just a nature nerds have to get used to. Who the hell cares if we're aiming to get to Cambridge or Oxford? But who I pick on the most? This girl called Janelle Mina. She's this short girl, with pixie-like features. She's pretty, I have to admit it, but I can't let her back in! I just can't - she's evil.

Flashback..

"Come on Janelle! We're going to be late, you idiot!" We both ran out of the mansion, sliding into the car seat. "Great, you got us late for school again!"

End flashback..

God..I can't believe we used to be best friends. She's pure evil. Well, maybe I am..a bit!

I picked out a cream tight tube dress with matching pumps. My makeup was thick eyeliner and mascara, with red hot lipstick. My hair was tasselled and looked like I just had 'it' when I really didn't. I finally grabbed a black clutch and sunglasses. "You look nice today, Miss Karowski." I rolled my eyes, shooing the doorman with three fingers.

"Don't even try, Smithers." I slide into the drivers seat of my Ferrari and calmly drive to school, blasting soft music on the radio. The rumours about me weren't true - I wasn't a girl who dated a new boy every night. I don't listen to punk rock, Kesha, or other crazy bands. I prefer classical music, preferably Vivaldi or Mozart, or maybe even William Byrd. I stopped in my reserved spot near the school fountain. It felt cooler here. Paris and Sadie were both waiting at a bench, on their phones, fingers tapping quickly on the screen. "Girls!" I snapped my fingers in front of their faces.

They quickly stopped and sat up. Paris smirked, "Oh, who was it?" I fake grinned, pointing at a hot guy near us. Sadie squealed. "Don't worry, the usual rule, don't go up to him?" I nodded, giving a wink at that hot guy. He winked back, smirking at me. I blushed underneath my already red blush. Thank god for that makeup.

"So, Sim, Kira's house, party at eleven. We going?" I tap my chin. I could go..or I couldn't and bail on her like I always do. "So?" 

I grab my iPhone and scroll down my contacts, clicking on Kira. My mind was weighing options. "Let's go." Sadie grinned, as we parted, each of us giving a three fingered wave seductively.

The bell rang. Finally, end of day. My phone beeped with a text message, for the twelfth time today.

From: KiraJ

I heard you're coming to my party tonight? Yeah, about that, I'd rather you not come. Just..Paris and Sadie. You'll steal my thunder, it's certain. Bail or get ready to face the rumours.

Kiraxx

I rolled my eyes, my phone tapping at the keys rapidly.

From: Me

Yeah, how about no? Let's see... Kira still wears bright yellow crocs, has the cheapest makeup store to do her makeup for her party..what next? Don't even try, Kira.

Simonex

I stopped in front of my house, as my phone beeped again. I groaned, seeing the text message.

From: KiraJ

Haha..funny. Fine. You come, but if you steal my thunder, that rumours spreading. For real - and do you even know how my rumours spread? Like wildfire!

Kiraxx

Smithers opened the door for me, keeping a straight face. "Smithers, bring me a cappuccino and some English scones fresh from the oven in less than five minutes. Your fired if not." I was being hard on him - how can you get scones fresh from the oven in less than five minutes? I really wasn't going to fire him, so he shouldn't be that scared.

I tap the fifth floor button on my lift. I had the bedroom closest to the rooftop - me likey! It was the biggest, too. My parents said it was filthy up there, so I cleaned it up a bit and VUALLAH! A beautiful room for one.

In a few minutes there was a rap on the door. I quickly check who it is in the peephole. Dad? "Just a minute dad, let me change!" I slip out of the tube dress - if dad sees me wearing this, he'd kill me. I stuff it under my bed and put some jeans and tee in the laundry basket - pre-advanced snarkish planning! I slip on an over sized t-shirt that some guy left before and unlocked the door. "Hey."

My dad scowled at the room. "Messy, messy, messy! Simone, if you don't clean this mess soon, you'll be grounded for two weeks!" I nodded, rolling my eyes when he turned around. "Anyway, Smithers told me you ordered him to cook scones. Come on Simone, don't be so silly. Less than five minutes? You shouldn't be ordering him like that!" 

"How come you do!" I retorted.

"Because I can! Do not even dare to answer back." His face was strict. I looked away, plopping myself on the neatly made bed that Sasha, my personal maid, did. "Goodbye."

I didn't even bother to return a wave. He was just so mean sometimes! When I clean up, he says we've got maids to do that. When I don't, he says stop being lazy and try cleaning up after yourself! I ring a bell that calls Sasha. She appeared at the door straight away. "Sasha, clean up the room. Don't even tell a soul about this. If dad finds out I'll fire you." She nodded and set to work, making the bed and folding messy clothes. 

"Do you want me to put this back in your closet, miss?" Sasha held up the tube dress. I quickly nodded, pushing her inside. 

"Get that gone - if dad sees that he'll freak! Like he isn't already one, anyway." Sasha arranged my clothes and shoes and bags, fixed the carpet and photo frames that had fallen. In twenty minutes the place was speck and clean. I thanked her. "You're always amazing, Sasha!" I waved at her and she scurried away to where she was meant to be. My eyes lazily closed, then opened again. I plopped myself under the bedspread and fell into a heavy, dreamless sleep.