Boys, Purple hippos and Drama! The story of a sarcastic, party girl!

My name is Sarah. Sarah Hardy. I'm your stereotypical, self-obsessed teenager. Partying, boys, drama are all in my life. Normally, I'm just dragged along for the ride with my friends. Katie and Harmony are the worst. Not that I mind, of course. Life wasn't perfect but it was certainly better than it could have been. That was 16 months ago before my outlook on my life changed by the arrival of a boy!

It all started so normally that day! With my mum shouting at me, of course. 

"Sarah, get up! You'll be late for school!" My mum yelled up to me, on the first day of term. 

Like all normal teenagers, my mum yelling for me to get up on the first day of sixth form was hardly ideal. If anything, it was the worst way of welcoming a new day. After all, it's not like people have a snooze button. 

"I'm coming!" I mumbled, half-wake, pushing the covers off me before getting out of bed.

As I did so, my sleep addled brain must have misjudged the distance from my bed to the floor as I lost my balance. The bump to the ground which followed definitely woke me up as my backside began to throb. 

"Ow!" I moaned, getting up and walking towards my wardrobe. 

My mum must have heard the commotion as she yet again shouted up to my bedroom. 

"What was that noise? Are you up yet?" She shouted up to me. 

Given how distant her voice was I could tell she was making breakfast. Despite the embarrassment of actually falling out of bed (something only children do!) I was starting to feel hungry. 

It must have been my embarrassment and my normal I-hate-morning's attitude which probably made my reply to mum sarcastic. 

"No, I'm not up yet. The noise was the gigantic purple hippo I've got hidden under my bed falling over!" I shouted to her, as soon as I had located my garments. 

As I started to descend the stairs, my bad mood was becoming even worse. Not only was my backside still killing me but I had realised that I would have to go back upstairs to locate my make up!

"I'm just popping in the shower, Mum. Won't be long!" I told mum, for once not being sarcastic opening the toilet door which was across from the stairs on the ground floor.

My mum, the loving mum she was, looked at me weirdly as I opened the door and I knew why. I must have fallen asleep in my make up from the party the night before. 

When I found a mirror in the bathroom, I looked in despair at my reflection. Not only did I have eyes which could probably rival Po's out of the Kung Fu Panda but there was also splodges of  foundation caked over various parts of my face making me look like I have a face made out of clay. 

Yet again, I let out a sigh of desperation. 

My shower seemed to go very fast as the shower radio was blaring at full blast. Despite the fact, I had a very strong urge fall asleep (which singing along to the Killers helped me fight) I was in a much better mood when I had finally got out and started getting dressed. 

Mum was in the same place that I had left her but this time, she had finally plated up my food. Mum had never been a brilliant cook but at least she tried. 

"Thanks Mum!" I told her, as she handed me the plate of what was supposed to be bacon and sausage. 

Mum looked well happy by my thanks as well as sort of shocked and I couldn't help wonder whether I don't normally say it. Either way, I felt slightly guilty. 

The rest of breakfast was, thankfully, uneventful. I was beginning to feel excited about seeing my mad friends and as bizarre as it sounds, I was starting to want to head off to school. 

I live relatively close to the prison. No, I'm sorry. I mean, school. Which normally means that it takes about half an hour to get to school and after we are let out, it takes a lot longer. 

AT SCHOOL

I made my way to the sixth form common room to see if I could spot my friends and although, there was a surprising amount of people in there, I quickly spotted them. 

Katie was the first one of my friends I saw. Katie is the kind of girl who the minute you see, your ego takes a hit. Not only is she amazingly tall but seemed to also be able to command the attention of a whole room the minute she steps in. 

Despite that, though, she seemed to be able to cope with my sarcastic, party attitude. Well- she should do. It's partly her fault. 

"Hey, Sarah. Are you going to Ty's party on Friday?" She asked me, as soon as  she spotted me. 

Yeah, that's why. She's the one who tells me when they are. She's like a party planner. I don't mind, though, as long as I can do some work. 

"Probably." I admitted to her. 

After I answered her, I looked around again. All the people I saw were the normal suspects. Expect for one. 

The boy who had caught my attention was new. I had never seen him before and whilst, I'm not normally good at remembering faces and names, I knew I would have remembered him!

He was absolutely gorgeous. No, I'm lying. He wasn't just gorgeous. He was the boy who would probably make Brad Pitt look like he's been beaten with the ugly stick. 

It was hardly surprising when I saw a swarm of girls near him already. After all, he's fresh meat!

The boy, however, did look slightly uncomfortable as he caught my gaze and as I spied Hattie near him, I felt for him. 

Hattie was a lovely girl (to everyone but me) but she was a bit full on when it came to boys and the boy was obviously wishing to be somewhere else. 

A/N: Thank you to those of you who have read this! I appreciate it. If you like or even hate it, please comment. Those of you who, indeed, enjoyed this please vote! :)