Faking Popularity

Chapter 3

"Let's go girls! You have your first day of school today! You need to get up so you can catch the bus," Kassidy's mom yelled from the kitchen. I rolled over and rubbed my eyes, groaning in the process.

"Kassidy," I said, poking her in the side.

No movement.

"Kassidy get up now," I said, pushing her harder.

Nothing again. Only a frustrated sigh. She rolled over, her back to me.

"Kassidy get up!" I yelled, this time pushing her off the bed and onto the floor below.

"Hey!" She yelled. She stood up and walked over to me, her face red and hair a total mess.

"Well you wouldn't get up," I grumbled. I stood up and stretched.

"What are you wearing?" I asked Kassidy. She was now sitting on the corner of the bed, checking social media.

"I honestly don't know," she said, her eyes never tearing away from her phone.

I walked to our closet and looked in my side. I rummaged through the closet until I found the perfect outfit; my skinny jeans, a dark grey tee shirt that says "beYOUtiful" in teal writing, a light grey cardigan and black converse.

I take the clothes to the bathroom and take off my pajamas and put on the clothes. I sit down in the floor to tie my shoes because, knowing me, I would fall in the floor if I didn't.

I stood up and looked in the mirror, cringing immediately. My hair is everywhere and I have dried drool on my cheek.

I pick up my toothbrush and brush my teeth, washing my face right after. I grab my brush and comb my short, dirty blonde hair. I plug in my straightener, waiting for it to warm up.

While I'm waiting for it to warm up, I start worrying about school. What if I don't have Kassidy in any of my classes? What if they stuck me in the worst classes ever? What if-

My thoughts were interrupted by the bing of my straightener. I picked it up and began straightening my hair, flipping the ends under. I continue around my whole head, doing my best to hurry, knowing that Kassidy needed to use the bathroom.

I grabbed my two bobby pins, using them to pin my bangs out of my face. I turned off my straightener, then unplugging it. I straightened my shirt and bent down to roll up the bottom of my jeans.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Kassidy fully clothed and waiting to fix her hair. She had on a grey tee shirt tied in a knot near her hip, dark jeans, white converse and a light wash jean jacket.

"Finally," she said, laughing as she walked by me. I walked to my side of the bed and picked up my backpack, slinging it onto my shoulder. I leave our bedroom and go into the kitchen, soon smelling the aroma of coffee. I look at the table to see Kassidy's dad, Alex, sitting at the table, reading a newspaper and drinking said coffee.

"Good morning!" Kassidy's mom, Kelly said to me. She was pulling a pan of muffins out of the oven and sat them down. "Sleep well?"

I nodded my head and grabbed the plate she had set for me at the table and walked to the stove. I picked up two muffins and sat them on my plate. I went and sat back down and Kelly brought me a glass of milk.

"Thanks," I said in between bites of muffin. I picked up my phone and started scrolling through Instagram. I saw pictures from all my friends back home and started feeling a little homesick.

Soon, Kassidy walks into the kitchen and sits down across from her dad. "So, girls, are you excited for your last first day of school?" Alex asked. We nodded and began talking about the activities we were going to be in.