New girl?

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'' MOM!!! Where's my clothes i gotta look hot! '' I yelled towards mom.

'' CHECK MY ROOM! '' she yelled back from downstairs.

God whats her problem? Maybe its because its the first day of work? We do live in Las Vegas, like really? This is the best place to live!!

I walked into my moms room and found my clothes by her closet. '' FOUND THEM! '' I yell back as I go to my room. I glance out my window and notice people walk by and stop at my car. Thy would stop and gasp at my beautiful car, I mean I'm really used to people stopping and taking pictures of and with my car. Its not really out of the ordinary for me.

I put on my Jean shorts with holes on and a cute wavy white tank and a leather jacket on, and slipped on some cute high heeled boots to match. I walked down stairs to see what my mom thought about my first day at the '' new school ''.

I stood there and asked '' So what do you think? '' She glanced over and nodded approvingly and said '' Ok i gotta go to work now. Have a wonderful first day sweetheart. '' mom said as she rushed to the door and left. '' Don't forget to lock up when you leave Sydney! '' she yelled back really fast before slamming the door shut.

Ok now i gotta get going or i'll be late for the first day!

I grabbed my keys to my amazing car and rushed outside. I walked out just in time for some junior high students to walk by and give me a thumbs up. After starting my car i gave myself a little pep talk before leaving. '' Ok I can do this all i gotta do is drive to school in my rockin car and make friends. Seems.....Simple. I hope.

I pulled up to into the parking lot at the high school. I parked and stepped out of my car. I could see peoples jealous stares as they compared my car to the rest of the cars in the parking lot.

'' OMG she must be the new girl we kept hearing about. '' i heard some girls say within ear shot. '' Geez, that girl has a smokin car! '' '' She must be the new girl! I thought she was going to be some kind of nerd but dang shes hot! '' some boys said.

Gosh i just got here and people are already calling me new girl? What a understatement. But hey at least they like my car. That's good right?

Are these people morons, like I know its Las Vegas but god, they are asking to hang out and they dont even know me?

The only reason I moved schools was because my school barley had any teachers left. But really i didn't move. I only moved to a school that's 5 mins in extra in the other direction of my old school, so most of my friends are coming here. We all planned to meet at my car.

Ugh they're late as usual, they were supposed to be here 5mins ago!

'' Finally you guys are here! '' I yelled as they pulled up in they're cars. Everyone stopped and stared at all of our cars. While I had a Venom GT, my friends had Mustangs and Lamborghini's.

'' Well i guess these people have never seen a GT, a Mustang and a Lamborghini before? '' asked my friend Rachel.

'' Well we are from the rishest high school Rachel so i would be surprized Rachel. And if i were you i would let them keep taking pics so they wont bother us so freaking much! '' I glared at the crowd that was surrounding our cars.

Me  and Rachel waited for our friend Meghan to show up. After bout 5mins we heard a honk from behind the crowd. The crowd slowly parted to let the car in. Rachel and I screamed when we saw the all to familiar Lamborghini pull in to the parking space next us.

'' MEGHAN! '' we screamed at the same time.

'' Hey guys! Whats up with this huge crowd surrounding our cars? '' Meghan asked curiously.

'' These people have never seen cars like ours up close before. '' I said pointing to the crowd taking pictures of us and our cars.

Meghan nodded in understanding then asked '' Can we go inside before they start asking us questions? ''

Rachel and I shook our heads and I said '' No, remember we have to wait for everyone to get here. We said we would meet here and go into together. ''

'' Oops, that slipped my mind, my bad. '' Meghan said a little annoyed 


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